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Little Brother
Little brother, certain nights disrobe in the dark, rise up as ripples, spreading, settle: nights of shivering candles, of racing down...
Sacrée, Sacré
We start from the edges and make our way. Inward, her body, haloed in a slow-crashing wave of white, not exactly a holy hue, a sacred...
Go for a swim
A cracking breath snags on crag Of throat. Forever exhaling I pour My soul out my mouth into Yours. My shore is bare my tide Is out. The...
Circles and Salt Water
“I count the number of letters on signs Or on flyers or in titles of books And if there’s an odd number…” I stumbled; My fingers traced...
Monet, my lover, demands unadulterated attention
Hard angled bench Hard angled rain Panes huffed by this Queasy crowd. I, Nimbostraddled, Cast my filament, my Couched italicized Pensées...
Sublimation
Enter my door, Nourish me, dear − Softly smoke me, Send me swimming: « Pas de soucie ». Fall me back In waves without moments, Seulement...
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