Julie Carr: [The Unborn]

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The state of exception continues as Alice dances the Tarantella on the carpet

Between the law and the living being – the unnamable being with no nation

is a point of imbalance, steadied by no home

Hanging from clouds: intricate environments we have come to miss

You cannot stop time. Seeking paradise, invent glass

Neither transmitting nor receiving, but with a wire looped over his ear

the man attempts to define the borders of the living

We’ve dreamt of books curled by fire, of the spines of books with no titles

of children who never left their stations

A figure turns from me, wearing russet. I have no dog – drinks from a red cup

Escaping the world, but failing to make another one


The snake slid free of her cage and we could find her nowhere, though we took all

the drawers out of the dressers, picked the rugs up off the floor, checked inside

every shoe, behind the toilets, under the beds. When the boy returned home, he sat

on the bottom step and cried

We left a mouse out for the snake, left the heat lamp on, but still

she did not come “home”

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Not Enough Night
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