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Sometime's we forget to look up

—Andrea Dworkin

aleksandra waliszewska // yves olade // joy priest, horsepower // richard siken, wishbone

ID3: an picture which mimics the first image — a woman standing and holding her chest open. the cut-out words over the image read “hide me somewhere really dark. hide me inside your hand.” end IDs]

[text ID: It’s one of those days when everything is half-off, / half-on. My shirt, for example, which I notice / is buttoned wrong while staring in the diner window. / I think I want a slice of pecan pie, some life / sweeter than this, life my childhood in Texas. / There’s no pie today, just you, / by accident again, bent over your coffee / like the “V” the geese fly south. / It’s a fall day. Because we’re melancholy, / we kick leaves, pick up rocks to consider / tossing them at dogs. I only breathe with one lung / since you’ve been gone, you say. And I love you / with one hemisphere of my brain, / the dumb one, which forgets.]

By: Alisa Dalia | alisaanton

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