alone
on the cliff edge
of reality
I hear the siren’s song
come home, my dear . . .
Atlas Poetica, 37, 2019
A Room of My Own: You're Not/Knowing
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CXIII: "preparing for
settlement in Gaza"
no visible trace
of the walls of my house
of the living room
chairs,...
