The behind, by Britta Benson

Yesterday, I went to the British Museum and came across a sculpture, or, to be more precise, what was left of it: the bum. Just the bum. Everything else had broken off, disappeared over the centuries. That got me thinking… Here’s my poem about a marble bottom. Enjoy! The behind All that’s left of herContinue reading “The behind, by Britta Benson”

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