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 from Dear [Blank], I Believe in Other Worlds

Everything slides to the side, one stilted to protect from flooding like the jungle, hundreds of distinct languages separated and developing apart from new dirt runways and missionaries. No double bed. Detachment becomes possible even in America where leaving is easy, a life of credit card scams and bad credit is a life of romance, impossible like details. At home, outlined in graphic paste, swimming with groupers, the third largest in the world, in Appalachia. Clicked into dust Iíve learned how to trace, careful of fingers and ears and the folds in clothes. Trace and move, and here we are, smiling.

 

 

 

 


Dear [Blank], I Believe in
Other Worlds

by Lorraine Graham

(2003)

Cover by Jae Jennifer Rossman