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late afternoon light

by @Thaïs


" late afternoon light, transitory, licks
the place of the absent cup with its rough tongue.
a vision of "death and distance in the mix".

(she lost her words and how did she get them back
when the corridor of a day was a lurching deck?
the dream-life logic encodes in nervous tics
she translated to a syntax which connects
unfashionable politics with morning coffee,
Hudson sunsets, sex;
then the short-circuit of the final stroke,
the end toward which all lines looped out, then br...