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Taking Off My Harness: Prose Poem

The ache having had its time in the moon

Photo by Jonathan Kemper on Unsplash

DORA: Gisela, your hands are like cut flowers. You lay down your hands as if they were not joined to you. You place them. You arrange them like cut flowers — Howard Barker, The Last Supper

Days of drug-induced antipathy —
let us say they’re over — the ache having had its time in the moon ravens having eaten…

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