Freighter (poem)
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You set store in my heart as if it were contraband. And not in the old way of yellow lamps in a white sea fog pulsing on the coastline, the row boat out to ship at dawn, but this century’s hard-core the over-focussed airport and me walking careful with small steps and still hips to pad the dull ache and blunt sore corners of the packeted cocaine rammed in my vagina. And sitting rigid on the plane, guarding against the split the rip the tear the rush the spear through the cunt straight to the heart, its quick wing clamp-down mid beat. So walking stiff straight into the squad, the sniffer dog yelping at my crotch and the noise and the fur and my pulse barking and a long long sight of your smooth walk your glide through the door as you pocket your passport, the packet eased out still sealed
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and carried away in a pearl gleam of latex gloves.
author biography Fiona Benson is 24 and will be going to St. Andrews in the autumn to study on the Creative Writing Masters course. doi:10.1057/palgrave.fr.9400050
Fiona Benson
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