In the chrysalis, of this,
marplot moment,
Let our love be buried,
On the backs
of turtledoves.
And be the blanket for my bones.
.
For when our parabola
snaps,
And the sinews give way,
Our time will
push the tide in.
.
In the chrysalis.
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Christopher is a postgraduate and Cambridge Trust Scholar at the University of Cambridge, currently reading Modern and Contemporary Literature. He largely researches late twentieth and twenty-first century fiction and poetry of the North Atlantic Archipelago and the Caribbean, focusing on the intersection of literature, political philosophy, poststructuralism, post-critique, and the state. He is currently writing on the work of Jackie Kay, neoliberalism, and the aesthetic of the secret. View all posts by QuiffedLiterati
