because you asked me your first word /
& i said i didn’t know /
& i could have told you a good lie /
& made that a small poem we share.
POETRY
TRANSLATION
You Went Out to Burn
Translated from Spanish by Emma Ferguson
ESSAY
Object Lessons
I was convinced my body was dragging my soul to damnation. And so I tried to save myself by throwing myself away.
ENUMERATE
A Guide to the Dying
The Faithless is back in the room with the Dying. A nurse knocked on the door to administer more narcotics, and the family looked away.
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