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My Eternal Springtime | Lupine
My Eternal Springtime
Iris Johnston
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Do not mistake his eloquence
for the softness of a fop.
He is hard, and his absence
is a broken bottle hidden in blonde silt.
He says “yes, you are beautiful”
while massaging lonely housewives with an oil
more expensive than his rent
for fourteen hours every day.
He says ‘food is not delicious without hunger
and sleep without fatigue is just a nuisance.”
His family are fishermen, they catch them in nets
made of polyvinyl fencing stolen from a school.
He got his first when he was 3
standing naked on the shore.
He kissed it
and thanked it
and bashed it on a rock
then ate both eyes, but, such a good boy
he gave the tongue and cheeks both to his mother
along with every cent the housewives leave.
And like a bottle buried he is lost until he slices
the finger searching dumbly for treasures in the silt.
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