from The Domestic Sublime

Chris Wallace-Crabbe


from The Domestic Sublime

Chris Wallace-Crabbe


from The Domestic Sublime

from The Domestic Sublime

THE SURFACE OF THINGS

Pleasantly rolling deodorant into an oxter
He thought of the shave ahead,
Whether to start in the upper left-hand corner
Or the slant of his jaw instead.

From the loose aggregate of these choices
A common life is made,
Fate no more than a thicket of brand-names
And the moment when you delayed.


© Chris Wallace-Crabbe, used by permission of the author and publisher

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