Somnambulismby Joanne Marisa Leowto the barest intermittent whisper my pupils dilated in light beyond numbness, blind if you should be in this dream (where the chairs are grotesque yellow flamingoes, all my fingers fail me, and the men too free with their hands) you do not answer when I scream. |
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