Carl Annarummo
In An Empty Adjacent Corridor
1a. In an empty adjacent corridor, the light From the sun, rising over Nashville, steady And slow, synchronizes underground country.Movements of my Wednesday night limbs On a Thursday morning make words worth: slur. Julia’s twisted up in the bedroom linen. The power of censorious years It is winter and in Nashville, the antennas In a split level ranch I know, I know Julia. Julia wake up and intrude with me Julia, it is winter and in Nashville an empty adjacent corridor |
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