.A letter from Tsovinar
she writes
“Wish you were here more than anything”
Ahgreyeuss
smiles for a while
but says
“I am dreaming
she didn’t write that
Our love has waned”
So he sleeps
and time passes…
…he wanders in a university
a beige building
mostly empty
he is looking
distracted
He opens a door
a room full of people
playing instruments
wearing black
He sits with them
and says
“This is where I belong”
He begins work on a symphony
Leaving the beige building
he finds Tsovinar walking
in the quadrangle
and they lean together
she writes
“Wish you were here more than anything”
Ahgreyeuss
smiles for a while
but says
“I am dreaming
she didn’t write that
Our love has waned”
So he sleeps
and time passes…
…he wanders in a university
a beige building
mostly empty
he is looking
distracted
He opens a door
a room full of people
playing instruments
wearing black
He sits with them
and says
“This is where I belong”
He begins work on a symphony
Leaving the beige building
he finds Tsovinar walking
in the quadrangle
and they lean together
kissing
His hand is in her shirt
Her skin feels waxy—
wax
like the covering
of Gouda cheese
Scraping the wax
His hand is in her shirt
Her skin feels waxy—
wax
like the covering
of Gouda cheese
Scraping the wax
he asks her
“What is it?”
but she doesn’t know
.
.
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