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hunky dory
Sophie Robinson
Struck acute, I dine alone
& sad; like a burned
out carcass of a car in
a ghetto in Paris I
am too tired to riot.
You cling translucent
To my rustic children, a
Petrol-slick & I long to
Say hello. Tears in my soup,
eyes in my mouth. How
can we have an exchange when
you’re being so quiet. Hello.
This poem was first published on Sophie's blog in 2009.
Sophie Robinson is a poet and a lecturer in poetry at the University of East Anglia. Her publications include a (Les Figues, 2009) and The Institute of Our Love in Disrepair (Bad Press, 2012). In 2011 she was poet in residence at the Victoria & Albert Museum.
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