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Robert M Francis Lessons Dragged to dance lessons where pre-pubescent flesh stuffed into the fetish of tight black leotards made organs quiver: headcheese raw on the tracks. In the children’s library he was sent to distract himself – transfixed – an illustrated book about Elvis – made organs quiver. This stalked scout camps, changing rooms and schools. Before breathless kisses Delicately flicking her cigarette away, Are you ready? She’d say. This hiccup has pared my hide: Sunset catechism stretched in ripples – A greenhouse child laying pebbles on a stagnant pool. Strange influence stricken, but shared. As one thing ceases and others emerge. I took one last toke and kissed her. 11