Is there a better
thing than loneliness?
To hum without
being heard,
Distributing time
to the shadows
And disappearing
into each step
calendar of murmurs
 vague caresses about the planet and its water
 we could have confused words
 but there were doors open
 confetti in the midst of darkness
 gentle ways
 to swoon in a corner with she who
 put her tongue in my mouth
-Nicole Brossard 
 
  
 









 













































































