by Louisa Stark
Male and Betty
Spaghetti limpid letters in plaster but
I am bic:
I write and so
I hope you like
Your saccharine sour with rind still on it
And that you also like to take the time for
Before to bath in io’s and that if you Ulysses then I,
I’ll be Undine and don’t politely decline to hear
I on literature or cinema or ion interaction – uh-oh io!
Split milk squid ink spilt – and white fluid
Or in the petrol rainbow vein of indigo and violence
Is written intrinsickness of the
Innermost thoughts of an intro-
Verted Venus; her drip is the languid absolute that
I am your ittle iamb
A pen to tame an eater
Of albino rose hips, languishing
And loving knowledge – loving it.
Louisa is studying for a BA in fine art at Goldsmiths and mostly makes collages and poems; she is interested in the female voice, myths, sensory experience and writing about writing.