Patrick Wright: Liminal Worlds

After Maria Popova

When so much of you is a smog-filled sky
the causeway extends towards skyscrapers

when birds fly off precognitively from window ledges

I re-script my dream in which you’re alive

In the moment between fireball & thunder
I imagine a white rhino is born

In the moment between morphine & biopsy
at least one elevator is caught

one silhouette snatched head-first out of the furnace

In the moment between syringe & stitches
a white dress is gifted

between a single cell & metastasis
those stars     stapling your waist    string a line of kisses


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