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An internationally exhibiting artist as well as a poet, Heather Phillipson received an Eric...
Where and when will the barriers be in operation
If not, why not use fingers to hold back
the swelling orgasm of wallpaper?
In the corridor at last, is that an armband or
a skin infection? Which plant would you be
and if the body is a great creation why wait
indoors with it? What matters most? Are you
this woman? How would you/she sing
under physical pressure? Why not? What
are the barriers and do they smell
of wood-smoke or human inventions
like keyhole surgery, the cold of refrigeration?
from Instant-Flex 718 (Bloodaxe, 2013), © Heather Phillipson 2013, used by permission of the author and the publisher
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