Fetish

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

Carried in a black box,
my sugar woman
brought me perspective,
and I saw
people as guns—
and I was the best
that any had.
I got out of my chest
the orders to stop
all dangerous persons
going or coming.
How I slept
and was not sick
I know not.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 23 March 1659/60.

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