a drizzle of stars their
pepperminty aroma
tiny crystals on eyelashes
it is as though
it is as though
it is as though
as if
two eyes outside one body positioned
on the rainground looking
up. immediate
archival deletion / retrieval / dereletiontrieval.
those responsible for such
things tidy the eyes
things tidy the eyes
away into
a file
so many oblivions
stars pop like balloons
keeping clean and presentable
heavy crystals on cheekbones
it is as though panic is a lake, serene with swans
it is as though every word is unambiguously a button
it is as though that place was there all my time only
as if as though
eyes in a head
flat to the groundrain.
no memory.
no forgetting.
those responsible for such things
examine the interior of the file. then make of it a police cell.
examine the interior of the file. then make of it a police cell.
“And a third
confession: I have begun to feel a strange, a quite
peculiar and now no longer repressible preference for you.”
(1)
(1) Robert Walser, Jakob von Gunten, tr. Christopher
Middleton
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