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Colin O'Sullivan
Truffles
We
wade
weighed
through
reams
of
shit
to
get to a point
like
this:
Here
on a January bed
with
the acknowledged fury
of
silent desire
we
yank open
each
shell
bite
through the outer
and
let inner sweet
ooze
forth.
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Colin O'Sullivan is an Irish writer
living in Hiroshima, Japan. His
poetry and short stories have been published in his homeland and in
England, Scotland and America. email: C.O'Sullivan
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