Poetic detail.

My sister Sarah was a fan of the detailed observation of a lamp that Ellen made during our stay with the nuns in Leon. In the spirit of editorial collaboration I feel the need to replicate this level of poetic detail, but as I look up from my bed at the simple metal lamp hanging from the rose in the ceiling above my bed, I am overwhelmed by the shiny black satin knickers she has hanging and drying from one of its arms. Maybe I'll stick to politics.

 

Author: paul

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