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#NPM22 – The (Secret) Intimacy of the Photograph

The (Secret) Intimacy of the Photograph it is me and it is not meI transfix on the profile of An Otherwith my legs, covered in rose-garden pantyhose a shape a size a landscape, unfamiliarto my mind’s mirroryet there I amme but not me such displacementor dysmorphia orsuch rabid ability to despisedisrespect, such refusal of acceptancea… Continue reading #NPM22 – The (Secret) Intimacy of the Photograph

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#NPM22 Intimacy – The Intimacy of Falling Asleep in an Airport

The Intimacy of Falling Asleep in an Airport Such decadent trusteyes closedbody limpa foot wrapped in a purse strapthen tucked under a seatsuitcase rolled under kneesSilence glides into earsrests in exhaustion’s bed But the world concerts life in the rounda child cries for an ipadteens giggle at images on instagramthe tired attendant calls for a… Continue reading #NPM22 Intimacy – The Intimacy of Falling Asleep in an Airport

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#NPM22 – Intimacy – The Intimacy of Birdsong Before the Sunrise

The Intimacy of Birdsong Before the Sunrise The way the sounds take shapesliding through your windowlike exclamation marks thatland on your cheeks – kissesfrom another dimension youfeel in your bones but can’texplain in words because birdsongis the language of eternity of hope The tender trills and deep-throatedwarbles lift the sun like a conductor’sbaton tapping the… Continue reading #NPM22 – Intimacy – The Intimacy of Birdsong Before the Sunrise