Issue 204, Spring 2013
You and I, when we sleep, we’re like whales
because fish swim out of my mouth
and you dishevel the seaweed.
We hear the scent of seashells, the oranges of Sóller:
drifting, taken;
without earth that belo…
You and I, when we sleep, we’re like whales
because fish swim out of my mouth
and you dishevel the seaweed.
We hear the scent of seashells, the oranges of Sóller:
drifting, taken;
without earth that belo…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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