The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.


'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'


Sade never liked doing more
than one take of a song.
She thought it unnecessary.
She had been brought up
to avoid the unnecessary.
Her family had not been
very expressive, yet they all
knew there was depth there.
But dramatically sharing –
that was just considered extra.
Everything, even down to what
she wore, was pared back
to the foundations. The engineer
asked What’s the track’s name?
Paradise, she replied.
He asked her about the mistakes in her vocal;
she answered, What mistakes?


Transcribed from A Portable Paradise, p. 51.


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