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{infinite halves of distances traveled} nick bertelson 1. You called my bed a tumbril & it carried us from the stagnancy of late wakings to a world where the sky was static and I waited for you to say something severing --- something to come between us. 2. I ingested the ancient idea of a world made of a single substance, so I didn't worry about men who looked similar to me doing different things to you. 3. Somewhere an owl regurgitated a pellet, all the different things it swallowed but could not digest: leaves bones, fur, feathers, claws, teeth . 4. Zeno's idea that nothing has gone anywhere can be appetizing. 5. Heat never swam off the sand; dead whales don't sink to the sea floor. 6. And guillotines rust above us. |
