"I used to get quite a lot of these emails and I did indeed take part in book clubs, festivals and TV programmes about books. The difference now is that the clubs, festivals and programmes don’t seem to exist." —Christina Patterson via
"subvortex"
Nights in July in Texas, never dipping
under eighty, the pool bathwater-warm.
Cicadas all day long thrash raucous hymn
nastily carping.
July nights, their annulling
humid clasp
nothing before mooring
our cloistered drift;
lit windows · that were less views
than unkept promises & now too late—
Texas July trundles into Europe
on Panzer treads; nightmares sponge-envelope
(cicadas assert)
while here (heavily) · a glow ebbs.


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