Ek Din, Seduisante

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ideology: the imaginary relationship we have to the real conditions of our existence. 

-Maria Koundoura

disjuncture & difference;

oof, love.
the way I love
the loves of my life
love love love
such a weak word
for such a strong emotion—

the neighborhood
the friends
the nearby, the near, the neatly packed
place

place, place, place
prof says place is an inhabited space.

the vastness of the sprawl,
how to cut into it?

urban landscape, repetitive space
social immediacy in between

the dream to escape
has expired
french riviera too kind
red jasper in palm
neonatal kittens in incubator

this time there is no critique
no complaint
just cradle
and singsong, voice hoarse from crying

speak softly please
deliver me
by water please

my soul fragmented in the ocean

cataclysmic.

a carnage
flowering in the heart

we expected our accomplishments to heal us
but they never did

instead, I think extensively
of reappearances, real apologies,
and unlearned racisme,
with the tight, hollow ‘r’ in french,

and don’t forget
regret, regret, always my regret.

my eyes burn so I close them for an entire year.