by Gaby Bedetti and Don Boes, translated from Henri Meschonnic

after the great stories are lost in the world’s upheavals / memory begins to listen to each silence that is swallowed by the noise of now

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by Gaby Bedetti and Don Boes, translated from Henri Meschonnic

My hand does not know it is hungry / my skin does not see the night is coming

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