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Some Days

Caroline Rayner & Miri Karraker

In four handwritten quadrants, the text reads: DAWN cold curtain open cloud pinked: cowrie. listening, that chickadee there edged on there, a cold oak tree warming. NOON stark field above and below horizon. blue skirt, domed with cotton, hemmed up with thick green ribbon, bright and menacing. DUSK blue hour, outright and gambling. will ar rival be timely, orange, olive, drunk? must and quickly step pavement gathered. MIDNIGHT grass into bristle outright blade or shard inside: beeswax. wood, glass glimmer in flame. Play shadow tag or be shuddering there.
In four handwritten quadrants, the text reads: DAWN burning bush never loved easily once psychedelic once melancholic once flat on time the sun the same missed again NOON pine chocolate or jazz or cartoonish rocks or blood orange angel food cake or mushroom toast or bluegrass bowl or crazy bottles DUSK stretching rosily into friction with whatever awful sound beyond folded clouded occulded red car behind me MIDNIGHT who cooks for you who cooks for you all who will whip poor wind who will hold tight who will go magic to bat right in the bathtub
In four handwritten quadrants, the text reads: DAWN TRANSLATION damp shroud always hateful pained eternal blank occasion ecstatic never texture on space, moon different staying never NOON TRANSLATION oak fruit and modern or panned staying or blued berry demon dearth, vegetable or fruit bread or petrichor plate and dull dishes DUSK TRANSLATION shrink midnight out of stasis without your pretty silence within open clear revelation a woman in front of me MIDNIGHT TRANSLATION you knew, you knew you knew, nobody you won’t stroke gorgeous you won’t unhand you wont stay brutal, singing there, out of sorts
In four handwritten quadrants, the text reads: DAWN TRANSLATION heated pool shut pile moistened: fig. bursting, this great blue heron here centered under here, the hot peach bleaching. NOON TRANSLATION fuzzy maze below or beside water. red shorts, concave as clam, let down as thin lilac paint, sunless or generous. DUSK TRANSLATION witching hour, faint but praying. can ex it grow irrelevant, tabby, pawpaw, overflowing? could or lazily fold roses given. MIDNIGHT TRANSLATION sea beyond velvet secret slime and whole outside: glass. metal, clay fade beside stream. honor light silence and refuse flowering here.

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