<addonizio's "flood">
2006-08-16.12:24 p.m.
Flood Kim Addonizio How images enter you, the shutter of the body clicking when you're not even looking: smooth chill of satin sheets, piano keys, a pastry's glazy crust floating up, suddenly, so the hairs along your arm lift in that current of memory, and your tongue tastes the sweet salt of a lover as he surges against you, plunges towards the place you can't dive into but which is deepening each moment you are alive, the black pupil widening, the man going down and in, the food and champagne and music and light, there is no bottom to this, silt and murk of losses that won't ever settle, and the huge unsleeping fish, voracious for pleasure, and the soundless fathoms where nothing yet exists, this minute, the next, the last breath let out and not returning, oh hold on to me as the waters rise, don't be afraid, we are going to join the others, we are going to remember and tell them everything.
back /& forth /& frosting
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