Monday, February 13, 2017


coughed in the wall's cloudy
snore pierres de nuages
it's where I legless wore
,wore a throbbing glass a
throbbing glass my eye
fell in the wall of
burning laundry bur
ning laundry c'est ma
voyage, voy age in
gested was a sleep
endormi ,sans monnaie
avec des trous invisibles

open the mud's mirrors

on en construit / des murs / on s'enferme dedans
- Frédérique Guétat-Liviani


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