"In a room the size of one solitude
my heart
the size of one love
looks at the simple pretexts of its own happiness..."
(In Yunanistan, among leps, or among lepers; in a leftover building; Bildungsroman mythologies pushing and pinching at the edges of the overdetermined continent of my personhood; pâte brisée against a wet fork's tongs; drift.)
"...dying in the sorrow of a voice that tells me:
'I love your hands.'
I will plant my hands in the flowerbed
I will sprout, I know, I know, I know
and the sparrows will lay eggs
in the hollows of my inky fingers..."
7 comments:
don't!
Wow, that was easy!
nice work, sivasi!
Supposedly, she has this documentary about a leprosarium. Have you seen it?
Yes, just the other night, here in Brooklyn.
Thank you for understanding.
No worries.
I had always friends in different eras of my life that were obsessed with her and that's how I know about the documentary. Although I came very close to watch it on tape w/ really bad quality back home, it never happened. Be well and keep in touch.
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