Blinking With Fists

[liquidtwilight]

"the river runs south/thru barrios and ghettos and starched neighborhood squares
and everywhere the dogs howl
I don't even trust the sound of my own voice here
my own impermanence haunts me, but this thought alone relieves the pressure
from the mirror to the gutter, gutter tongued
my heart speaks to the silence in me
let me walk alone/home
as the dead stoplights wave goodnight"
--from "The River Runs Foul

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