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Orphée

The underworld, a dark hallway littered with debris.


The bedroom, where they always return.


Small window, quilted spread, long mirror.


All spaces are enclosed.


Where a man and a woman come in and out, very quickly: a departure.


Where a woman re-enters: a transitional space.


A man creates a space, but refuses to live in it.


A woman occupies the space, because she remembers inhabiting it as a child.


If she had treated him differently, would she have noticed that he was not an angel?


This was what existed: the robins on the edge of the pond.


This was how it ended: the centipede caught in a rug.


This is how it evolved: the faucet running down brick.


Is it a question of what’s dead?


The ecstasy of saints is the realization that they are water.