Geographical Fortnight


The fortunate geography of
those bastards who write in red cards
on intercity trains— leaves

me staring at flight times
& ,like hair ,money
grows back; our scents

caress, all
dressed in
black.



The fortunate geography of
those bastards who write in red cards
on intercity trains— leaves

me staring at flight times
& ,like hair ,money
grows back; fourteen

days — two weeks
— fortnight
long.
Mark

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