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Truths are
department stores:

you are going up,
you take the escalator,

you don’t come back

 

In the tentative

darkness of the

raisins there was

half of the

           sun
then the shadow

of the past

 

Sometimes I get ready for the

   voyage of no return,

but dawn raises the curtains,

   and my adolescence
   is standing at the corner

         of nowhere

 

Under the wonder of

cold skies

from No Sky

Sarah Riggs, translation from
the French written by Etel Adnan


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