Monday, June 20, 2011

two parallel red lines


Weekends are long and white. Snow drifts against the door. Distant threads from the piano downstairs. Deneuve washes her glassware. Dries it. Hours slide. In the hotel room it is dusk, a girl turns, I have to confess something. This is mental. Two parallel red lines of different lengths inch forward, not touching.

"Weekends," Anne Carson

[Chicago Avenue west of Winchester Street]

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