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Essay on Domestic Hunger

From prawn to prawn
the rib dries
unbleached,
aching this unbaked line:

One’s swelled bones might rise
with age, but not that tissue
you’ve just taken off the Border Station,
used, unborn.

Here, as oil spills its tongue
to bare eyes,
I cleave to the bleakness
that stands by the

Slippery
Bodies
I
may never contain.

Shady figure troubling my skin

Shady figure troubling my skin,
Bough rubbing an open wound,
Word
Growing under these letters
At a dead end road
Blowing
Air.

André Osório is a student from Nova University Lisbon studying at King’s College London.  Albeit not having any work published, he is working on the making of a magazine (with other people) that will come out in Portugal. He is twenty years old.