Sarah Crewe


because the passport
and secret porn stash
zipped tight in purple
pvc plastic

red/blue subterfuge
opaque but open
suggestive bruising
ballet shoes. feather

boa. I am not
French so hate the word
lingerie but oh
magenta lace up

amethyst bedspread
electric key slot
you. hard cock in hand.
purple. furious.

running away from Charles Olson

exorcism /snare drum /looking glass

high nrg/tower block/poem is a monster
with its own constraints /reptar in ink

perception trail. anti-static.
form cannot hold content hostage?

hedgehog approach. projective
verse inside himself ,in his nature

drama comes with
the glottal stop



fog warning A580

motion sickness

and it’s HER.

small poem


I can’t see

I can’t breathe if i
think about breathing

And so to bed

Sarah Crewe is 30 and from the Port of Liverpool, England. She has a chapbook, Aqua Rosa, coming up with erbacce press. Her work has appeared at Bone Orchard Poetry, Red Fez, The Camel Saloon, erbacce, streetcake, Sunfish and 3:AM.
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