Local, Circle

by Anton G. Leitner
Translated by Paul-Henri Campbell


Go, go ahead. Without
the company of

footsteps in front of
the door. It’s fine.

No. So soon? Sojourn.
Pot with snow

Cover. Winter in the midst of
Summer. Beer

Draught. Smoke. Mist.
Pull the wrong

End. Argh. Tongues
Burnt, bladder

Weak. Struggling with
Weight . Bottles,

Therapy.

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