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from Nicole Brossard: Selections

tr. Jennifer Moxley

my lacerating strategist who leads me to fiction

censored in the liar’s edits or time

the split: desire’s reflection is like this

a lure thrown out in vain

spinning through space until

the ‘creature’ says: my blood doesn’t fit

this version or excerpt anymore

to save her provocative skin

to lose reason the rush the goods

spread out by the mirror if you attempt

a moon’s discretion between your thighs

the liquid outcome

vulva – lu e(t) vu – read and seen

in reality you undress her skin

and take it all in

feigned – the entire bid / fiction –

the injury’s intuition (the injured)

her tongue speaks with a hole the one licked

or it’s a place to perplex the delicious expert

she trembles in love inversely

her memory perplexes the slut story museum

woman / voting booth / stretch marks: what a beautiful baby!

she soaks without quoting, very private

that tends to flow

the day drenched in ink

green or that moment you open your robe

egress illustrated

circadian today and

the moon your condition of rhythm sister

with syrupy insides she depletes

the planet of corridors filled with crossroads

my wife aroused a vow circling your passionate neck

her ass and thank goodness dissolves the

first stone or this erosion of the dismissal

for she cheats all lost time by playing

opposite

silently on the outskirts of town

without context (swallowing but concise)

so she says: that’s senseless

or irony of the after-effect the abolished

without history and mother tongue in hospital

convulsively white this body speaks

perhaps to amuse herself underground

but at heart charged without restraint

she start over from the bottom of the page

filled with the unleashed scents that undress her:

flying

drying up or fictive the liar opens

her fist this abduction all confined by the masculine

spread out

her withdraw – it depends – at what price

and the beyond amends her history

you get wet and dry up in pleasant parallels

drifting when the net is lifted

or concealed down to your feet you put on the brakes

and yet this pretext intervenes with your hand as process

a gripping sift of the inside or a return to self

this morning shifting history with a silent e

La Partie pour le tout

1975, tr. 2010