It was a warm September evening.

The windows were as ripe as fruits bleeding sugars.

That grace in bodies, which we call beauty, is born of sugars.

We wanted to see if our bodies could amend space.

Narcissus, who was changed into a flower according to the poets, was the inventor of changing.

Some think that sugar shaped the soul.

We were lonely and hungry and civic.

We moved upwards in the sweet air.

Its simplicity or complexity was not our own.
 
 
 

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Lisa Robertson