In the beginning,
difference. The wonder of
it. Even without
makeup. Mornings in
bed. The cat between us slips
away only to
return when it’s safe.
Such perplexity of limb,
breath, hands, feet, hair, juice.
Glosses on texts by William Desmond
In the beginning,
difference. The wonder of
it. Even without
makeup. Mornings in
bed. The cat between us slips
away only to
return when it’s safe.
Such perplexity of limb,
breath, hands, feet, hair, juice.
juice!
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Mais oui, le mot juice!
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