How do I say this?
I remember this--but it's not like a normal thing
You would remember.
Not in me do I remember, not in my sympathetic state--
No,
I'm seeing everything for the first time. It feels that way.
The grass on the hill may very well have been
Here forever.
And the prime apples will never stop growing--they are growing everywhere,
Drooping from green crooked arms in the sky.
I no longer see my reflection in other people.
Lisa Frankenstein, Night Swim, There’s Something in the Barn
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For a while there I thought Zelda William’s LISA FRANKENSTEIN was right up
my eighties-loving alley but that dalley turned out to be a dead end and I
end...
16 hours ago
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