Friend, I’ll remember you dancing
with shadows, your metal button words,
your argot-tipped tongue.
Today, this poem is for Juan Goytisolo.
If you’d like to review Bone Ink get in contact; my publisher has given me a few copies to shoot out into the world. Or if you’re a poet with a book out recently who’d like to do a book swap, I’m happy to trade books – always keen to read something new.