All summer the half voice lurked behind me
& I played deaf for days for to live
To not write about it to use my body
Part the river’s flesh to operate
Machinery is human too to love
& for once stay awake through it all.
All summer the half voice lurked behind me
& I played deaf for days for to live
To not write about it to use my body
Part the river’s flesh to operate
Machinery is human too to love
& for once stay awake through it all.
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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