what if equilibrium
were a fractalled mirror
what if we held it
half of it in the light
half of it in the darkness
and looked at ourselves
would we not cry
She turns towards me while opening the door — The two cavities under her collarbones, dark under the scorching lightbulb — — Her shirt...
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