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The Nightmare Touched Its Forehead to My Lips

Andrés Cerpa

January 21, 2020

For the living, water. And now, you’re all the wells mined for their depth. All of the silence & all of the alls I can conjure. You are not in the living room. You are not in your chair. I drove to the end of the world today. Snow in the forecast, so I left my bicycle & the other half of your ashes at home.

Andrés Cerpa


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