she is insect by David McLean

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she is insect oblivion i touch an absence, every inch of skin a kingdom, a principality. the ranks of animal angels are secret like the occult fists i want her to kill me with – the best is a fang, an answer, & she is best of them, the sinews & the missing, the lack i am, she is madness in my disgraceful veins, the changeless divine that is Demonica the eternal dressed in words & torture; & i am here to worship her, i am hers to murder

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David McLean is from Wales but has lived in Sweden since 1987. He lives there with his dogs. In addition to various chapbooks, McLean is the author of eight full-length poetry collections. Four of there are from Oneiros Books and called NOBODY WANTS TO TO TO HEAVEN BUT EVERYBODY WANTS TO DIE (June, 2013), THINGS THE DEAD SAY (Feb, 2014)…

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