I walked with the sandals on that you had liked by the broken bridge that you once pointed out. The covered linen blouse and lined-up bellboys could see through the thin fabric that I loved you on those cloudy days-- clouds that had your teeth marks in their edges-- until everything seemed normal to me. Soon came the funeral for this absurd body of mine and you already know how death is: owner and lady of the space in white, usurper of the word, then you receive this recent death and correspond.
Translated By JP DANCING BEAR
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|Publication:||Black Renaissance/Renaissance Noire|
|Date:||Jun 22, 2008|
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