Evasion
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Nosheen Irfan
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We almost touch silence with bare hands
It hangs with tonal banalty over our reclining frames
Our love can hardly find a narrative structure
We have too many loose plots on the edges
The evening reaches its conclusion and dives into
The climax while our hands grope for reasons
Maybe it's a structural debacle, an evasion
Love is too big and imposing a thing for conversation.
N. Irfan
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