wetness
il y a des fleuves que j'ai tourné
et retourné cinq ou six nuits dans
ma tête )M.
Boinvilliers(
streaked
out my pants a leg égale ,a
bank's
shiny weeds el desayuno que
ya
echará espuma is yr dental
superstructure ,lunch and
fog
)fog ahead behind(
a he ad be
hind er gone the window cr
acking shut SPELT A RINGING
PHONE is was the crown yr
shoe a
wave
≈ toward
uh ba ckw ash≈
“my
arms held you” mud sweeps
across
your sidewalk )more than six
the
nights not yet ends( a
can of beans
glinting on the
windowsill ll ll ll ll ll
La
rivière que j'ai sous la langue,
L'eau
qu'on n'imagine pas...
-
Paul Éluard
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