I used to think it was
            For somebody I knew to be a
            Bastard through and through
            To croon of sweetness
            And the like
            Until I recognised
            The carcass of a better self
            That had been dumped
            But couldn’t be kept down
            Silly me
            To have relied upon my ear
            More than my nose


            Emanuel E. García, Sinking In, One Hundred Poems2013

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