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On the balcony the rain felt gentle on my face and across the street in a window I noticed two figures embraced. The clouds had not yet passed above me and the night was still as dreadful as it had ever been.
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Snow was falling. People passed by the window and wore large coats. Inside, Alex stood in front of the window and watched.
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The mother was happy, though. She was happy because she could make him some soup and then she could feed it to him in bed.
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the words come hard and slow
(one poem, two languages)
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When I write in Swedish
the words come
hard and slow.
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Rosea plays a bohemian plainsong for the cosmonauts among us, while her fuzzy apple hips spit glitter, spin strobes: pink shades of pantyline flicker; lip-licked neon hues scrape strings in B sharp, a gloomy clue.
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Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
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Your name is a word that means everything at once.
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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In the language of breath, the only certainty is that/at some point, anything will want its body back.
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On stage, students from the junior college join children from the community to speak and sing in American-French accents. They are timid, heart-broken, in love, rebellious, faithful, resigned to their fates—and all in the matter of a few short hours.
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She licks the back of words
like stamps; as if a thousand
myths were about to set sail ...
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Start now. Make lists. Call long-lost friends. Say what needs saying. Raise hell.
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Funny, how a preoccupation with words can make you fret, can make you fumble.
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The universe will fuck you over in the end./
That’s what it does, what it’s good at—
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