• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 11
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MANTHOS AND MAGDALENA LIGHTS APART

It's polite to make eye contact when you say hello. Like I do. In the half-light, it's easy.

It's better to make eye contact across a room. Like you do. In the half-light, it's right.

(So lie with me. Or is something stuck in my teeth?)

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You are sleepless when everything else sleeps. Sometimes it feels like heavily journeying into a white landscape. You know you exist by the traces you leave in the snow.
They speak a hard language in this country of yours; its poetry burns like ice cubes in your mouth, melts in smoky malts.

As for me, I imagine furious rains peeling me until they find, deep beneath my skin, that seed that lies wrapped in oblivion and silence, waiting for a ray of sun.

(Do you hate me a little when I dance?)

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Me: Glass in one hand, sliding the other under your T-shirt, stroking your back. Jolts of electricity on my half-light fingertips.

You: Don't stop, Magdalena.

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MANTHOS AND MAGDALENA LIGHTS APART

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So tell me: since we want to buck / duck / tuck / or what, why so stuck?

But don't ever tell me
you're afraid of the dark
that's why you leave the lights on
in your flat

as I won't ever tell you
I leave the lights on
because dolls don't like to stumble
when they come to answer the door

Let's leave it all in half-light. Like that.

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