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life is a curious bazaar: Memory Text III

  • Paulette Claire Turcotte
  • Oct 21, 2017
  • 1 min read

III:: memory text

at night you can hear the swamps keening/ mourning their lost species/everything deserves some measure of fidelity, coming/going, colours gouge the evening light, thunder dislocates me, everything standing is burned out, and the voices carry me back to the inside, shady, they and their ilk, above/beneath where /memory/ comes from

is a curious bazaar.

 
 
 

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