The Long Line, Breton
We write because
We write because
It is expected of us
(as is love)
Listen, you conspirators
Armed with sheets
I’ve taken it all too literally
Wrapped in dummy blanket
Goethe never had a request
Like yours
He told himself what was enough
We write because
We write because
The sound within us so deep
Anchors and moors a big moon to it.
Gorgeous quest
That can never be completed
Take your stockings off
Let love be your animal.
-Nina Alvarez
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