by Charlie Baylis
i saw you in the tate st ives
eating an iced bun completely naked worth your weight in wind chimes the man on the moon is faux you whispered as you waxed golden pubes in neat little strips i wrote my name under your portrait charlie baylis |
Charlie (he/him) is from Nottingham, England. He edits Anthropocene and serves as the Chief Editorial Advisor to Broken Sleep Books. His poetry has been nominated for the Forward Prize, and his most recent publication, Santa Lucia, was on Invisible Hand Press. He spends his spare time completely adrift of reality.
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