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Joanna Silvestri
“The clinic wasn’t
luxurious” —Roberto
Bolaño Distant Star
The last time I saw her—
Before we said goodbye
She turned on the TV
And switched to something
On the Italian channel.
We shook hands—
And I left—as I was going
Out the door—I couldn’t
Help glancing back at her
She already had the
Headphones on—and
There was an odd
Expression on her face
A military sort of—
Expression—I don’t know
How to describe it—
As if her sick room…
The cockpit of a spaceship—
And she were the pilot
Firmly in control. And what
Happened in the end?
The last time I saw her—
Before we said goodbye
She turned on the TV
And switched to something
On the Italian channel.
We shook hands—
And I left—as I was going
Out the door—I couldn’t
Help glancing back at her
She already had the
Headphones on—and
There was an odd
Expression on her face
A military sort of—
Expression—I don’t know
How to describe it—
As if her sick room…
The cockpit of a spaceship—
And she were the pilot
Firmly in control. And what
Happened in the end?
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