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from Meanwhile (a Movement Missive Series)

Lover,


The smallest slants keep happening today. All day. It’s the loosening of eye teeth. Tastes intrude like how the classical can weave it. The moment more real. Snap of your head when you thought you heard something move in the foyer. Here, drawing shutters, nearing midnight, simultaneously you’re there, the morning train towards sea, sitting backwards. Newsprint on your teacup.


Liver,

Even