Three shadows April 3rd, 2007 The full moon trawls for ice
behind Sheffield Centre. She likened it to swimming liquid vinyl, how quiescent
bubbles effused solder, how her shoulders slipped out of place, leaving her
staggering breathless through a ruddy underbrush, maybe even thatched.
I was dreaming when I wrote this. I was interfacing with languaged.
His evasiveness indicates that he has issues with relinquishing control to
others. The trees on Clifton blacken and fan. He dreams this night about being
prostrate before a car.
That night of three shadows point me out.
The same night of Housing Projects from the Seventies.
She trawls a fur over stumps. She drags behind her those fractions of faces
she thought to keep.
Lewis LaCook
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