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Self-Portrait of Body as Night by Peter Mason | Poetry Magazine

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What billion a glimmer of body spreading its skin

Share After “All night I hear the noise of water sobbing” by Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Patricio Ferrari and Forrest Gander What billion a glimmer of body spreading its skin between this vast gloam;—to hold the thick blackened milk; spotted feast of sumption; I am, or it feels, like a trying, so often, of tide; algaeic pins of light; wet mimic of sea that feeds and pulls quiet at the small water of hope;—what I mean to say is that I have wanted nearly every day to die but lived through night’s unmaking; bright wound of lake whispering from shore; shells crushed and sparkling in the dark; sand

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