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Abyss

In 1654, the French philosopher Blaise Pascal’s coach was almost thrown off the bridge at Neuilly-sur-Seine. Afterwards, he became convinced that an abyss had formed on his left-hand side. Every night I sleep alone on the left. A lover once … Continue reading

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Supermarket Gladioli

I write poems about sex what else is there now but this parade of little gods that blaze and are put out, and plastic-wrapped gladioli. I picked the ones without a single bloom, succulent antlers, in a vase on the … Continue reading

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