Robin Coste Lewis: Landscape

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Landscape

Robin Coste Lewis

Pleasure is black.

I no longer imagine

where my body

stops or begins.

Skin transparent.

Face speckled

by the spit

of several centuries.

All the borders stare at the same fires.

Oh Mamere,

I’m sorry.

Here I am.

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