Telem
@telem.alogical.space
The face
not mine – but one I will wear
to kiss all my lovers good-night:
the way I seal my father’s lips
with my own & begin
the faithful work of drowning.
not mine – but one I will wear
to kiss all my lovers good-night:
the way I seal my father’s lips
with my own & begin
the faithful work of drowning.
Argos, my trusted friend. Where are we? What shores have we washed up on? Where is this place?
April 15, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Argos, my trusted friend. Where are we? What shores have we washed up on? Where is this place?