You could have a big dipper   

Horsehead by Paris Howard





I shape words to look like anyone else’s

I love to borrow the clothes of my friends who are not me.

Although it were better to move

Like the Knight, in a strange calculation

Rich with both gormlessness (why this odd manoeuvre?)

And deep portent (ebony and ivory, both suffering-rare).

But who can muster this kind of originality?

Croissants are delicious,

Because, in the folds of each equine horn,

There is the same thing over and over –

An easy, perfect fat.



Paris Howard is a Berlin-based writer, sex worker and mutual aid worker. She has published essays in Prospero, The Quietus and 3AM Magazine, and poems in Lesbians Are Miracles and Openwork Magazine.

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