Natalie Knight, Xenia
32 pages / stiched
out of print
from Xenia
III.
In the sun’s frame is an opening like the colonnade into your body
One’s mother’s goodness is not in doubt, it’s enclosed in a web of verbs, tears, anxiety
No problem of your creation—it’s not fault, not yours—the children learn about everything
& forget you in happiness and you’re remembered in thick moldy lace of anxiety,
you’re a producer & they receive, but eventually, they write these words in regret
i’m overcome with it, v.
i’d like to say to never have it but it’s here now
you collide with the beginning of distinctions
without considering the conclusion (of this entire story)
wasn’t it you alone just talking about metaphor? сейчас, just a little, anticipating
nothing in its mirror
of course the blind bees burdened by all the gardens are to blame for it:
geometry (mathematics) and war
blood moves branching in your veins it's with this that
recognition is woman (woven)
he says: algae speak loudly of an obsession greater
than _________
An event begins in non-coincidence. That's why
hunger is preferable to food
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