Conception Night

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The Night of My Conception

"puce, puce"
"It looks so very puce,"
he said pulling it
flaccidly
from her steaming
pomegranate
dripping on the jonquils
like tiny Parisian lights
or sad, lost pins
in the barrel of a revolver
the sallow flashing
of a Super 8 autumn
a sudden leer
of lenses
and they all agreed
that this
was the finest material
at least
for now.