Academic journal article Chicago Review

Three Postcards from Turkiye

Academic journal article Chicago Review

Three Postcards from Turkiye

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I. Rhodos.

His hunger shredded. Well. Blue rubber ball, some kelpish lump in the throat. Her maybes. None of that. Bring brown chrysanthemums, tequila, heat-warped Breath. It just keeps getting weirder. Something stirring. Telephone. Red flashing Light. Not yet-she scrambles, scruples. Each book weighs more than a whole body, Mine for instance. A stunning heroin frown. In blackness, it's the mind that dreams, Not me. Your Valentine so far away, a hand on a face, remote, it's dark. If that Were all there were. Some did. Now I would say I'm sorry. I counted seventeen Cats in one courtyard alone. We distilled pianos, drank bottled water, looked At her map. Pink Mary came around at me from everywhere. Dust from being Driven. Smiled. If you did this twice a day would you. No one else didn't. Later.

II. Ephesus.

Later. Some sleep, his whirring syllable. A thin green ink. French dictionaries. Backlist, taped-on paper covers. How do you know. She shook out her hair In spears. Wearing black didn't answer us. It ran into it. Love, give me the decisions: Aeroplanes, planchette. You wanderer. I made them say, unless. Those days at 4 am, Full light was possible. And crossed the calling. You cannot be sorry enough. The Fraulein spirals upstairs. …

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