BY DOROTHEE LANG
The routine of getting. The ir/relevance of things. The way your hands wrap around me, like a wave reaching for a shell on a dark beach with liquid lips, trying to pull it back into the space underneath the visible world, trying to make it all yours again. And there you were, believing that the rest of the world would remain off guard, afloat in its sleep until the rain ended.
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Dorothee Lang is, among other things, a freelancer, a gardener, a capricorn, a traveller, and the editor of BluePrintReview, an experimental online journal. Her work has appeared in The Mississippi Review, qarrtsiluni, Pindeldyboz, eclectica, Pequin, juked and numerous other places. She lives in Germany.
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