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Poem

Charlotte Van den Broeck

Fricative

One step to the left
and you fall off the page, lie there
out of sight, out of shot of screams and deceit

lie there among all that’s pale and asleep and not
to be written and stay

there, quiet and pretending
and reinforced along the seam
that runs between story and aorta

you still have to be so many people for me
you still have to

Wrijfklank

Wrijfklank

Een stap naar links
en je valt buiten de bladspiegel, lig daar
buiten ogen om, buiten schreeuw en leugen om

lig daar tussen al wat bleek en slapend is en niet
geschreven wordt en blijf

liggen, stil en alsof
en slijtvast op de naad
die loopt tussen slagader en verhaal

je moet nog zoveel mensen voor me zijn
je moet nog

Close

Fricative

One step to the left
and you fall off the page, lie there
out of sight, out of shot of screams and deceit

lie there among all that’s pale and asleep and not
to be written and stay

there, quiet and pretending
and reinforced along the seam
that runs between story and aorta

you still have to be so many people for me
you still have to

Fricative

One step to the left
and you fall off the page, lie there
out of sight, out of shot of screams and deceit

lie there among all that’s pale and asleep and not
to be written and stay

there, quiet and pretending
and reinforced along the seam
that runs between story and aorta

you still have to be so many people for me
you still have to
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