When he shall die,
– William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
You Turned Yourself Into An Effigy In Order For Me To Love You
The lights of a kitchen that rests in a period of unchanging time turn on, and a blurred figure is panicked. An adhesive. Something to put you back together. Something to put our love back together again. Drawers fly open. Objects fall onto a dusty floor. A roll of tape, elastic bands, paperclips, cutlery, garbage.…
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