“It is not spring/until/the amazing prostitutes emerge/and wind themselves/like clocks/around the neighborhood/until the woman/with the purple jaguar/crouched/on the trunk/of one breast/asks for a cigarette.” You haven’t read poetry until you’ve watched the poems in “ink” emerge like the purple jaguars crouched on the trunk of the prostitute’s breast in Jason Heroux’s poem, Spring, at the Corner of Montreal and Queen.” And if you haven’t subscribed to “ink” yet, do so now.
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