10th February Queen By Sean Borodale

10th February Queen By Sean Borodale I keep the queen, she is long in my hand,her legs slightly pliant; folded, dropped down, wings flatthat flew her mating flightto the sun and back, full of spermatozoa, dronesong.She was made mechanically ecstatic.I magnify what she is, magnify her skews and centres.How downy she is, fur like a fox’s […]