Autofiction
Have I always been in the world? / No, I’ve been autumn in the middle of August.
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Have I always been in the world? / No, I’ve been autumn in the middle of August.
Read MoreWhat is invisible is unreal, like love, / hunger, rage.
Read MoreAnd what is thunder, and what makes stories end?
Read Morehow I desired, / beyond all reason, those unreachable sweets
Read MoreI could take this hammer and drive it / through a wet-oak memory of itself
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