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"Through Pillows, On To A Tongue "
Emma Lindsay
drifting
slipping through boreholes through pillows
drifting
onto a tongue
‘in dreams and in reality one can barely walk backwards
let alone talk backwards’
thought of toast
thought of the disintegrating space where a body and smiling mind used to be
backwards
through boreholes
mustn’t
a tongue
bittersweet blankets, curd
curdles
cuddles
pillow as tape-recorder
thoughts are disintegration loops
drifting
slipping through boreholes through pillows
barely walk backwards
against the passage of time
not talk backwards
against the passage of time
curdles
forever
on the pillow passage of time
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