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Sentinel Poetry (Online) #46 The International Journal of Poetry &
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ISSN 1479-425X Editor: Amatoritsero Ede |
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Tammy Ho Lai-Ming Butterfly He
insisted on me wearing my hair in a bun with a
white butterfly pin and always cut my
fingernails on Sunday before having milk and
bread for breakfast. So there was a precedent: like
Lolita wasn’t Herbert’s first love.
When we both looked into the
mirror I saw: in his eyes the
reflection of us, naked, unable
to disentangle from each other. The butterfly
eventually dropped dead on
the floor and she left, at that precise
moment. I know. The Comfort of Strangers The
comfort of strangers. Each time everyone
has a new identity and tonight she is
no longer a dancing queen and a
girlfriend of two. She
tells she makes ends meet by
writing short stories for kids and he tells
her he owns a diamond farm in
Manchester. Lying on
top of layers of lies and personal regrets,
she feels secure and he
is asleep. Reasons to Love The fact that I know de
Saussure’s Swiss does not
allow you give me
a kiss. (for you
don’t know him) Suddenly one evening we
realise Dickens
has nothing to do with our
thighs (for you
never read him) We are not linked
by Iconicity but a
constant need for
intimacy (for you
don’t know what it is) When others are discussing serious
thoughts you say
that your toilet is very
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