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In and out, an Explosion

Tanya Lemieux


An avalanche hiding behind

The mist of a crushing crowd.

“Is it better to speak or die?”[1]

If only I could move my lips.

A golf ball in my throat,

A mind faster than lightning.

Have you no notion of power?

Or have you become a knight?

A supernova for a heart,

A black hole for a mind.

But will my fingers synchronize,

Will I ever learn your tune?

Or will I drown into the ocean,

Only to get swallowed by the sand.

[1] Call Me by Your Name, André Aciman (page 63)


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