Best Brod Poems

last night I slept in a closet
with my coat made of tangerine desires
and visions of distant permafrost

last night I remembered
white noise in her voice
buried hopeless in a bureau of disdain

the apartment on rue Fontaine
has fallen into disrepair
embraced by anarchist movement
embraced by emerald seaweed
embraced by quicksand...

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