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ОглавлениеHow New a Summer Night
Windows in prisons.
Plastic trees.
Taxidermied birds. How
new a summer night seems
when you’re eighteen.
No such thing as fate, as
in the bedroom
your mother folds
your father’s undershirts. When
last we met, you and I, we
were in my dream, and still
the sun managed
to penetrate the depths. We
stood around in silence, as if underwater. Your
feet were in cement, but I was free to leave. Do
you remember
how you tried
to cling to me?
But, if I learned one thing from Red Cross that
summer, it was
that you must shake off
the one who’d hold you under.
Remember how, above you, that
membrane closed itself
so smoothly after me?
