Wheeling like a boxer Her father appeared again At our bedroom door In cardigan and pyjamas, Poleaxed with pills and Christmas Eyes peeled heavenwards In the manner of St Jerome Curses jump from his tongue Like gassed partisans Bollocks! he cries out in Catalan Bollocks he whispers to his hand Bollocks said the clown […]
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