Friters by Alisdair Hodgson

From form to form
we become masters of fraud,
checking boxes marked
writer
playwright
poet
grown-up
God.

We have hardly assembled,
filling out nothing
remotely official-looking
in our adult suits
with pockets full of pens,
gushing.

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Alisdair L R I Hodgson is a Scottish writer, frequently found @Youthanised. He has published poetry with Adjacent Pineapple, The Kindling Journal and Shoreline of Infinity, and is joint editor in chief of digital literary magazine Bandit Fiction.

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