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Chris McCabe
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A girl called Cody came to the desk to ask about the lexicon.I put my black pint on the beermat marked PURITY.
Which reminded me of the state’s new format to entertain the boy :
a steel toecapped boot in the animal A–Z pop-up book.
Someone asked : why would one human bite the neck of another?
straight-off : a juicy strawberry sellotaped to the throat.
It was the first time I’d heard of ears curling after death –
mine always curled after a bath. My ears think I’m dead.
© 2008, Chris McCabe
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Chris McCabe
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1977)
Chris McCabe was born in Liverpool in 1977, grew up there and studied for a degree in Literary Studies at the University of Central Lancashire in Preston. He moved to London when he was twenty-four, and now works as a Joint Librarian at the Poetry Library on the South Bank. He has published poems in a number of places including Poetry Salzburg Review, Shearsman, Magma and Poetry Review. His f...
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A girl called Cody came to the desk to ask about the lexicon.I put my black pint on the beermat marked PURITY.
Which reminded me of the state’s new format to entertain the boy :
a steel toecapped boot in the animal A–Z pop-up book.
Someone asked : why would one human bite the neck of another?
straight-off : a juicy strawberry sellotaped to the throat.
It was the first time I’d heard of ears curling after death –
mine always curled after a bath. My ears think I’m dead.
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