14.11.10

Song of songs

Darcey Steinke

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I saw everything all the way down into the night, drunk as I was on a thousand gin and tonics, because everybody wanted you, boys and girls. I desired not your body, which I already knew I could never make mine, but the you in the glittering asphalt, the you in the gas oven's blue flame, the you in the pattern of bubble in the glass of Coke. [...] You loathed yourself more stylishly than I was accustomed to, and so at first when I loved you without knowing you it was like loving God.

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My love, my own, I have looked for you everywhere, particularly in the pelvic region of the male species but also in red wine and hardcover books.

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