it was enoch, though, who got the surprise. / squeak-squeak. urgent … someone’s heel on a toy, over and over.
The girl in the red cape is still where she was. / On the island of Miyajima, on the planks of / The first Noh theatre.
From her seat in the park, all Narumi sees is punctual and she’s unaware of figures moving through her ignorance.
“This is my nephew, Matheus. He doesn’t work. He’s a bum. He’s a writer.” That’s how Uncle P. introduces me to one...
Proust described À la recherche du temps perdu / As concentric. So is any good poem, / So is life. The look you gave...
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