for Timea Szell
“Jabès and Semprún both said that language was their only homeland [....] Why is it so difficult to be alive to what happens?” - Paul B. Preciado, An Apartment on Uranus
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The first time I heard a mourning dove
I thought it was an owl
The first bunny I ever saw
Was hidden in a bed
I think it was a bed of “Impatiens”
A word shaped like my grandmother’s hands
But is there such a thing as a bed of “Impatiens”
Or else it was it a bed of pansies
The sound of the owl had a smell, I thought
I mean I thought that what I smelled
When the mourning dove moaned
Which I thought was an owl
Was the scent of