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GHAZAL: ETCETERA

Courtenay Schembri Gray
Sep 28, 2023
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You’re a goblin, my precious. A knock-kneed, talentless wannabe, etcetera. And, you may be wondering what


has caused this vicious tyrade. I point to your mouth that has ki(ll)ed men aplenty; down/up, etcetera.


Plath hast possessed my third eye; the glass elevator to backstage at the NME awards, born in 1953 (when


Sylvia was at Mademoiselle, publishing poems/stories, etcetera). Your little black dress, begrimed with the


dust from easy paracetamol, or another powder, etcetera. I ate your husband for lunch, with a side salad


of tartare bathed in scalloped eggs, etcetera. You are a line-break, an unpunctuated sentence, an unwaxed

lemon, and so forth.



By Courtenay Schembri Gray



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