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The River That Runs Above The River That Runs Beneath
ОглавлениеIcy maelstrom at its bend,
where a girl enters—gold torch
in a red swimcap.
Deep down, the slowest-going carp
stare: at this gill-lessness, which
may account for such gall.
She sinks among the former century’s
tailings: algae, gigabytes, and
the mentholated breath.
She’d been the sort of gift that took
more than it gave. Surely the river
will never cough her up.
