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Virgil Suárez How Darkness Swallows Borders |
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In high school I took girls to spread out a
blanket on the sand and we drank cheap
wine, got tipsy, and made out, each young woman, drawing the line a bit further
past her belly button, until the one who showed me the way. Flesh pales under moon light, breasts, for example,
become pillars, honeysuckle, gardenia petals. In
this world of sand, crashing waves, we became unstuck, lose, a pair of hands
fluttering heavenward, albatross
desire, a wide net cast on frothy waves, when we pulled our bounty in fish shimmered
like slivers of gold and silver, those days
gone now, the emptiness of uncrossed lines, shallows in time. |
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