Subsequently published by Floodlight Editions.
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.
.
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I am a PhD Researcher of Contemporary Anglophone Literature at the University of Warwick. I mainly research 'the secret', neoliberalism, and the novel since the turn of the twenty-first century in Britain, drawing on literary studies, politics, philosophy, history, poststructuralism, post-critique, affect theory, and aesthetics.
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