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     from Eiko & Koma

Taut current, throughstricken
with night, starbit,

and both of them
facing off. En-
igma tipped to
distortion— *

She floats on swirled
obsidian current. Their
sightlines swim across
each other. Stars
don't look away
from the unfolding,

the going alluvial,
she against his

          to the blanks in her face-slots

Forrest Gander

Lana Turner

Number 6 2013

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