CINNAMON STARLING

The cost of boozing just keeps dropping
 into my lap, that bird before it named a bank
  of capital’s airy pirouette

I’d kiss crass the eponymous heiress
 under this aqueduct, mostly
  to immortalise a point.

If you harvest the rosehips, blackthorn and sloe,
 if you brave the spines, if you resolve
  common use by way of the tongue and drone.

I will binge on good air, scotch tape my cochlea
 to constant impulse.

That marshmallows exist, that there can be fire
 to scorch them. I am still okay with that.

On the contrary, the cult
   cassia will not grow in these climes.
A debt then screams to us. A debt
   can be a fuck bouquet.

   It would be sweet to see you.
   I’ll have to sweeten myself.

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from Issue 3 of Eternal Sections

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By Maria Sledmere 👍