nelson-beginner

December 27, 2024

I didn’t mean to hurt you, I am
a beginner beginning to lose

sight of what I was beginning, I am
beginning a house I am beginning

to grow filaments. I took you in, I took
you into my mouth into my hands I heard

the flutter of your creaseless heart
I heard your curls and your muscles

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“I find what I thought when I look at what I have written. I know why I write: I have an indomitable urge, as if a voice dictated to me and then the text engenders itself. I should like to know the center… the voice. It may be God’s.”

Michel Butor

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