Friday, January 30, 2009


it perplexes me when people vanish through doors, fugitive like, without a trace, without a sound this moment of departure seems like an eternal banishment: played and replayed, and perhaps now overplayed that I want to disrupt metaphors and undo time and rupture space—the space of inaccessibility where familiar names seem disjointed, somewhat strange now barbed on my tongue and sleeve, barred from sight

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