You submerge yourself, warmth instantly wrapping itself around every inch of your skin; it's like shedding a layer, emerging clear and bright.
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Excerpts from WHAT COMES BACK
They were here at the same time as we were.
All hours are their hour.
But ours, too.
There’s No Way for Me to Go Back:
Four Poems by Sophia Parnok
I love that your eyes are crossed
And that your soul has a crossing.
Excerpts from NOW, NOW, LOUISON
Creating ambushes, hunting traps, to catch a little bit of love, that’s how you spend your time.
“She decides to flee in another language,” “Liquid” and “Spelling in the dark”
The last time I saw you / you looked like a sigh lost / in the pages of some comic.
