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Fragments

Your voice leaves a bookmark on the hardcover
you're holding. Your shadow is expecting
the end of a season.

This is merely guesswork. I imagine
your response to a speechless poster
on a wall, a woman walking a dog,
a loud squeak of a broken doorknob...

But I saw you that evening, one hand
(which one?)
in a pocket. You were talking to a
writer, or maybe two.

I pretended
not knowing you. You were pretending too.
We lost a chance to eye-kiss.

Now you are still reading, and the sun
shines on you. And I go on guessing
more and more about you.

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words: Tammy Ho Lai-Ming, Hongkong (sighming)
original publication: Fragments / Lily

image: John Metcalf, California (gallerysisyphus)
original publication: Untitled 526 / Prick of the Spindle

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another you: For You (#13)

 

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