monotonous fall
of winter waves
on the sandy beach ...
Father murmurs to me,
We'll die one day, each alone
Atlas Poetica, 29, 2017
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,...