On our sweaty walk, we passed under archways of feathering clotheslines with the belief we were following the faded footsteps of scribes and philosopher-kings
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Or maybe it’s not true, maybe Jost is in all of us, me, a person like him, stalwart, inflexible, easily destroyed by the modern world;
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I’ll bet Dad
is deeply conflicted about Paradise, if it is flush
with repentant Nazis, and God loves every one of them.
She contemplated the only boy I ever actually wept
and ever prayed for: a bitter hawk-nosed Southern prayer
for [ ] was so plentiful and so ‘weekend-only.’
Why can’t the word hartal
Be translated into English?
The western media call
It a ‘general strike’:
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Making friends isn’t easy.
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It’s the 13th of June and we’re having trouble deciding on a film to watch.
So I ask you to say a word,
and I’ll match it with a movie.
An exercise existing somewhere in-between a Rorschach Test and Walter Benjamin.
I forget the word,
but we watch Y tu mamá también.