Your mouth held onto a single line of sight. This was the rainy season your lips like wet blue bank cheques.
For a change you can force the janitors to weep. Like the coffee of the late afternoon.
Strangely, you could arrange their mouths in a single line in order to compose in tomatoes.
You run your hands down the wrinkles in the walls like a braid.
You're forty-five hundred
A few moments in the line today. Movement without breath. Transformations occur in identical words. Only then the gender reversed, in a fire that seemed full of snarled thread.
For two days he just wrote. He knew what he wanted to say.
After ten days he bought an umbrella. The enemies he kept wept
Suitcases lay bloated and benign on the surface of the canal. In the afternoon cats slept on them, curled
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