The sound of quiet. The sky indigo, steeping deeper from the top, like tea. In the absence of anything else, my own breathing became obscene. I heard the beating of bats’ wings before the air troubled above my head, turned to look and saw them gone. On the surface of the black…
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How desire is a thing I might die for. Longing a well, a long dark throat. Enter any body of water and you give yourself up to be swallowed. Even the stones know that. I have writhed against you as if against the black…
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I will survive the wrong I’ve done. All the love that didn’t serve me. My youth used up worshiping mercurial myopics. I’ve cried a lot very briefly. This sorrow has helped make my career. Yes, I’m a difficult person to endure, I hardly manage. Oh hum, the rest of my life…
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