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Sometimes I just want to piss on Elizabeth Bishop because poems are basically made of paint and/or geography:
“the geography of the cerulean body scraped clean with the side of a knife.” This isn’t a real line from a real poem,
but you didn’t know that until I told you! Most poets should have been mapmakers, but they are all too lazy
and all of the maps have already been made! Instead they inscribe coastlines on the blank canvases of their lovers’ naked bodies and make us all feel very ill at ease!
