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  Sebastian Schloessingk




      GUEST ON GUEST


Soon the great apes will all be eaten
by forest miners and others. Time is wind

to the meteorologist, and the future
a scrutable whorl. A figure-of-eight

head movement, on a railway platform
of the subcontinent, blends agreement,

caveats and transcendence (not just yes
to a cup of tea) ... It cloudily warm

enough to sit out, across a slick
pavement table, a West London friend with

novel straggly beard said ‘letting nature take
its course’. I leant in, deducted his specs.

The table elsewhere under which, as guest
couple, my socked foot latched on her bare one

‘like a flipper’, she harked back with makings
of repugnance. Give me the woman sign - waist

and hips - alone, dazzling in the animal
kingdom. Because - baby brain size? Or

from such long lying close, in the scrub,
with man’s heavy arm of unusual

affection draped round, wearing no mean groove.


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