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thymos
Poems
Apr 2016
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rust is the template of our salvation.
we are all drug addicts and prostitutes,
except there are exiles.
we fixate on the mirror to escape
ourselves.
there are no real words, we vanish into
a misspelled being. sight imaginary; thought
symbolic; only touch is ever real.
it’s impossible to think your way out
of a refugee camp.
you can only struggle
or be privileged
enough to move like capital across borders
(freely).
the other is injected into me:
it is the denial of the addiction
that is making me sick. *semper eadem.
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