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The Recurrency of Peter Body

Easter and I would have called him Jesus. Here in this unholy hindsight he is gold. I was foretold my body would deny him. I am in a stately garden when it shakes. The sun has rolled; the yew trees cooled. Then silence. It shakes like an ear lashed. My body is the net through […]

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