Daniel Biegelson



I Gave My Love a Cherry that Had No Stone

The marble façade of the apartment building appears pear in pollen light and then orange. The peach ripens. Even the pit from which the green leaves unfurl is not a beginning. Imagine a time-lapse. Terracotta pot. Vermiculite. Promise us telos. …

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