Sky is a tangle of broadcast
snow messages
unspool on the windscreen
up there the moon
opens up
undressing,
wisp by wisp.
_
snow messages
unspool on the windscreen
up there the moon
opens up
undressing,
wisp by wisp.
_
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a time after this time in three languages
because I had not been intimate with death I did not know all its names I had to text a friend who teaches Hindi to check if kaal, which ...
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