I wasn’t always here
From where I came, that silent country
Spoke by thought
We conversed by proximity
Dialogued with scent
And here, everything translates through
Mouth, an imperfect organ, that
Speaks only in terms of
Hunger
The girl that lives in the condo across from us has been listening to the same song for the past four hours. Her window is directly up and opposite of mine, a diagonal thread of music connects our rooms. I cannot identify the song; the lyrics are indistinct, muffled by the ambient noise [...]
After the cusp and the toppling off, the regime lies upended. Ruins further ruined by decades of infighting, there is a sense of desolation that can be heard in the distant howls: we imagine knotted trees and a hundred cowled monkeys, but the perpetrators remain too far, too unseen. But wait, here [...]