Our Own Making

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Six Words For DepartureHe uses this word:gritbodydistanceoften.He is washed in green light.The taxi is for making advances—the curbfor the inevitable split. If one hand openslike tulips, the bodya garden.He swims in it./Earlier, on a rooftop, you begin to understandyou are nothing but the destinedencounter. He speaks your language—as if to fit intothe space it has cut outfor both of you, orout of both of youbelonging nothing but a shared senseof alienation; he croons
as if deshacer means an undoingof harm and not clothing.If not for his air of insistenceyou might have overlooked the sound of it./If this spiral,like the evening,had come to a different conclusionthe light might have been unbearable. Or rather,the body laid baremight have simplydissolved.In a split second the hand on the thighpulled back by vertigo. In a split secondthe car door closes. You are alone; the drivewayis washed in green light.He speaks of:tonguespressurecollapse—often, not at all.
Page 3: our own makingfiction, poetry, phot
Page 7: “We could never have loved the ea
Page 11 and 12: In our last days we lived as fugiti
Page 13 and 14: Years later, a living room erected
Page 17: Part 2All We Made
Page 25: After the ExplosionIn those days it
Page 42 and 43: My Teacher Makes / Reinvents the Un
Page 47: Analysis of the Rose as Sentimental
Page 58: Santo Domingo de los Colorados / Ts
Page 69: Special thanks to Ian Schimmel, the

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