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This poem is taken from PN Review 269, Volume 49 Number 3, January - February 2023.

Four Poems Joanna Gadd

The house was a forest of green
Velvet, the bath as big as a lake,
When I found you in the closet
It was snowing plaster
So I crawled inside with you.
I called you ‘rabbit’
And with wonder
Touched your eye lashes
Flecked with ceiling, the dust
Of attics.

新婚 Newly-wed

This is my wife price
A face often disappearing
I stay quiet
In the alone

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