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A red mouth stamped on an outdoor

over the bridge

creates the possibilities of saying

(say it) words ignored because


Why do you run away from me?

The woman I can’t stop thinking about.

The promise of a desire which persists

and affects my perceived notions of time.

The wind moves me in the solitude of a fantasy.

I walk to the outdoor pool certain that this love

investment will cost me more than I can pay.

Earlier, I read:

castration is the name given

to the experience of lack in the other,

without the illusions or ambivalences

of completion.

In reality, I don’t even know her name.

She arrived and departed like a sailor

in a ship.

Poem published in Gravel.