Hopeless

Wednesday Prose Poem: speaking of Carter

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She was like a piano in a country where everybody has had their hands cut off — Angela Carter, “Black Venus”

Unapproachable — or I’m not making any headway —

against the vast white tub where you rest — where you escape the torment of my incoming wave — in the bath where I tried to lie beneath you holding off the shore that came…