Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

not this raw

block cut out of the fog of meaning, still damp. But no,
block cut out of the fog of meaning, still damp. But no,
block cut out of the fog of meaning, still damp. But no,
you are alone. Whatever idea here arises from its knees
you are alone. Whatever idea here arises from its knees
to turn and face you quicker than a kiss / or a hyphen —Anne Carson
to turn and face you quicker than a kiss / or a hyphen
—Anne Carson

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