Fashioned

We make ourselves impossible to express in clothes, like streets with carpets of gold and silver, our eyes at last overcome with what we have seen, going home drunk in the evening suit, rich with embroidery.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 22 April 1661.

Dave Bonta

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