Spring 2013 • Vol. XXXV No. 2 Poetry |

Lullaby for a Night

From the Burmese    His smile flashes like a pocketknife. In the very first nook of my extending right hand Cultures are forged … You have pretended not To notice my pretensions. How revolting it is To be sexy and brassy … My cracked canticles shiver. Here you go … The generosity of my dead sobs Until the shoulders of the night give in I will pretend not to notice Your pretensions.

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James Byrne recently edited I am a Rohingya (Arc Publications, 2019). He is a poet, editor, and translator living in Liverpool, England.

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