BEND, SINISTER
Yes, Nabokov and I don't care who knows. I am
from another world and that's what counts. 'Dystopian'
it's called, and I added the comma. The man at the doorway
said to me 'You're entering wrongly, this is an exit door.'
I answered 'I know, but ask me first if I care. I am from
another world.' He held his head down while I kicked.
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Shredding things, leaving no trace, walking swiftly away
from nighttime lights : yes, that's all of me (and I don't
care who knows) - secreted swan songs behind canisters
and glass vases, lead candle-holders, and fiery, flaming
roads. Women in muffled dress, old men in Euro-scarves.
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I am from another world and that's what counts : holding
court at some errant moment between dawn and day - the
time when no one listens. The time to which no one attends,
the great, rolling time of nothing inherent at all. Bend, sinister.
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