EXISTENCE                                                                          

Breathe in the air, it is free, ye poor, ye

refugees. Breathe deep and tell me

how it feels to have nothing but that

air in your mouth and lungs, so

slowly sucked in, seeped out;

barely a movement of your limbs,

shout to me, please, so I can

tell that you are not dead, not yet.

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WORLDS IN WORDS

The word I’m looking for is “absurd” –

exactly the right word for a world in which

you can’t rise from a chair and not

stare full square at, say, a centipede,

off nowhere in particular, he glides along

(or is it a swimming thing he does?).

We, that is, he and I are equals, for we

share random lives: I could have made a

cup of tea, then returned to...

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