Jane Eaton Hamilton

"I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year’s fashions.” – Lillian Hellman


This is a sensational poem.

Avoid it.

Think of a sweet pea.

There are different sorts

but this particular sweet pea is

a pink sweet pea

on a Chilean vine

in a doctor’s garden.

Do you believe flowers are erotic?

Do you believe in torture?

This pink sweet pea

is the sweet pea a soldier

arresting the doctor

grinds underfoot

so it bleeds on the sole

of his boot.

Do you believe flowers ask for it?

Kamikaze mode, anyone? I’d never heard of these apps.


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