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41. slipper

Ania Walwicz

Ania Walwicz

Ania Walwicz’s poems and essays appear in HEAT Series 1 and 2.

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In the night, the gorging begins / again, in the spring / night, in the branches / of the Moreton Bay figs, / that are fully-rigged as windjammers, and make a flotilla / along the street.

Paris, 2006: The gloom is thick and slow as suet, glutinous on eyeballs, eyeballs out on sticks already, in fact.

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The phantom image of ‘home’, of a strangely adjacent England disappears altogether. Another territory arises, a different territory is formed. The map of the Atlas opens up now. The real map obliterates the imaginary map, the phantom map, the severed leg still hurts…oh…oh…oh…

i dream that i have a panther i have a panther now black panther who is my little pet now who is my pet i like it like that how much is this doggy in the window tell me now i was lonely but now i’m not lonely i have a panther with me big and slinky smells catty smells musky to me and soft short fur shiny oily…

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41. slipper

Ania Walwicz

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