without these glasses,
I can only move 19 inches
between fadeouts
listen: you can't keep turning everything into a movie called
every 30 seconds
& echo locating in a vacuum
echo locating in a noise jar
how sound travels: unfold a warm body
your husband is honest
one day, I will unlove you
run a marathon
it's easy: forget about stopping
don't abuse your past
beautiful words need the truth
all sound travels on four legs
& unfolds space
into bodies
we were at a party at my house
are you leaving soon?
Turn off the lights
& shut the door
& heat up
the "echoes" throughout the poem point very clearly to origin. the noise is condensation and dripping, making a vivid, enclosed atmosphere. also, best movie metaphor i've seen in a good while. also, "fadeouts" contrasted conclusively with abrupt lightlessness in the final stanza = excellent bookends. i like this better with every reading.
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