Museum of Language & Place

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I look out the window into black night, not even my reflection returns the favor, your reflection of me deserting us both as I hear you breathe deeper and deeper, at last content with night.

Michael Dickel, in language, you/ me. “A post-dated-post-modern excursion on the nature of language / communication / poetry in semi-(nude)poetic form, that is, a poem.”