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In a Dark RoomRelated Poem Content DetailsBY CASSIE LEWIS’Cause it’s alright, alright to see a ghost.
— The NationalRock quartz next to a fence with upturned faces.On the hill, on the other sidea storm, or plausibly, you.Time keeps its footsteps regular until it is clapped upwards:a falcon glides into view.
Dissolving into the pool in a splash of white,I saw you. In summer,the town goes to the drive-in.The edges of the coin keep movingas I stare at images through goggles, theyfog out.
Rooms go to pieces, sometimes, quietly. Curtainsare no longer red, now they’re dusty. The catmoves. The room turns ocherand shifts, as wind blows through.
O Brecht’s sky of streaming blue. It’s been days since I opened the bookmy face is watching. Cupboards slam in another partof the flat. The room reassembles,but it’s different now —outdated.
— The NationalRock quartz next to a fence with upturned faces.On the hill, on the other sidea storm, or plausibly, you.Time keeps its footsteps regular until it is clapped upwards:a falcon glides into view.
Dissolving into the pool in a splash of white,I saw you. In summer,the town goes to the drive-in.The edges of the coin keep movingas I stare at images through goggles, theyfog out.
Rooms go to pieces, sometimes, quietly. Curtainsare no longer red, now they’re dusty. The catmoves. The room turns ocherand shifts, as wind blows through.
O Brecht’s sky of streaming blue. It’s been days since I opened the bookmy face is watching. Cupboards slam in another partof the flat. The room reassembles,but it’s different now —outdated.
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