Tag: prose
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ça va ?
03302024 Il pleut à Paris aujourd’hui and my mind is sleepy with songs well-worn like the sock threads thinning at the palms of my feet. I will listen to rhetorical melodies for now: the strutting heels of girls in love or girls in the midst of scheming an escape, the scrape of bicycle wheels on…
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06252023 You look, how do you say, triste, when sunlight does not ask for permission to climb into the bathwater with me, the same expression as the someone who once told me I was lucky to draw a warm bath of my own free will. Free will, a hindrance not unlike the mousetrap in your…
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