Anuncio’s Thirteenth Last Love Song
Toward the end we lived a bodiless life. Anuncia kept sorrow at bay as I lay busted up. I was feeling more alive than ever even so, more alive albeit or because life had grown strange, what was left of bodily life gone waftless, no musk floated our way... I lay observing a lilac’s routine mira- cle, opening as it did, seeming to say, of all things, it would never die. Anuncia turned and walked away. I noticed the lengthen- ing sag of her buttocks, bodiless though we both were, the far side of bodily draw. A certain something I saw words would not accrue to I also noticed, something I took to be seeming it- self, a certain something seeming nothing or nothing in particular, the potential to seem, noth- ing more... New terror attacks were on the TV at the foot of the bed, the world busted up it seemed. Seeming’s attack on seeming I said let’s call it, more to myself than to Anuncia though she heard it, bod- iless though we continued to be. What manner of realm were we in we couldn’t help wondering, love’s evident flight merely one of its provocations, what man- ner and what put us there... An intergalactic dust intervened I thought, no sooner thought than saw it so clearly I rubbed my eyes and looked again, eve- ry kiss of late a kiss good- bye
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