Pigeons roost above the air conditioner,
\nleaving pale gray feathers in the vestibule.<\/p>\n
My downstairs neighbors cook onions in butter.
\nEach night I dream the building catches fire.<\/p>\n
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\nThe exact distance between two flowers.<\/p>\n
\nThe loved one is lost at the moment of ravishing.<\/p>\n
\nflooded, burning, sieged. Walk-up apartments crumbling.<\/p>\n
\nLorca: the night becomes intimate. Like a small plaza.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nEmma, when I heard you sing, I felt a sorrow I didn\u2019t know.<\/p>\nMadeleine Cravens<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"