Thursday, June 18, 2015

from all the streams at once

a fort of h ash of
grrunting bricks
sorta claylike wh
ere yr face col
lapsed ,gaping
door the fog so
loud my teeth
cracks below the
brim a pause re
gresses that's it
a language with the
rats removed

En el río las niñas lavaban sus cabellos
con orines fermentados...
- Gloria Dünkler


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