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Rapture’s Road
By Seán Hewitt
“He likes it, he likes me/when I break. It gives him something/to assemble” admits the opening poem Ministry, in which two lakeside lovers tessellate themselves into the “bone-hard and lucent” landscape, as if their lovemaking were its own biome: “When I break, /I break, predictably,