Surge - by A.E. Plastic

kids left

with cummerbunds of flesh

and (poets aside)

tears are no use

in making trenches

 

back in the Foreign Office

a girl sends mip-

mapped images

of her breasts

to an unknown male

asks with amorphous mockery

“Is this Art?”

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