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It's rare, slow as a creaking
of oars,
and she is so frail and short of breath
on the street, the stairs--tiny as a Lilliputian,
one wonders how they do it.
So, wakened by the shiftings of their bed nudging
our shared wall, as a boat rubs its pilings,
I want it to continue, before her awful
hollow coughing fit begins. And when
they have to stop (always), until it passes, let
us praise that resumed rhythm, no more than a twitch
really, of our common floorboards. And how
he's waited for her, before pushing off
in their rusted vessel, bailing when they have to,
but moving out anyway, across the black water.
- Julie Bruck
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Julie Bruck
Montreal poet and writer, Julie Bruck, has no web site,
no X-rating, and her bustier - well it wouldn't stay up! But she is
a happy camper in Guttenburg's galaxy, inspite of a couple of bash-ins
with some pens. She is also the author of THE WOMAN DOWNSTAIRS (Brick
Books, 1993). "Sex Next Door" is taken from a new working
manuscript.
Poète et écrivaine de Montréal
Julie Bruck, n'a pas de site WEB ni d'indice X, son bustier en tomberait...
Mais et quand même elle est une heureuse citoyenne occupatrice
de la galaxie de Guttenberg. Malgré quelques 'défonces'
avec ses stylos. Elle est aussi l'écrivaine de THE WOMAN DOWNSTAIRS
(Brick Books, 1993). "Sex Next Door" fait partie d'un travail
en cours.
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