a.m. train, empty suitcase, me.

Unrehearsed dream. Recreate it.

Listen to the structure fall a-part...
(in) kitchen,
bed,
hallway.

(pretend) it is (just) a memory that will fade.

yet.
already.

look into the camera for something; desert, rocks,
snow, sky, silence.
My fingers create the murmur of me.


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60/60/600
by
sofiya trukhny
tamrika khvtisiashvili