Max Sessner

  SHADOWS   Now the shadows wander into the house they are like grandmothers who look back one more time before they leave us...
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Rolf Dieter Brinkmann

At ten someone calls and // talks about death, and you make a / joke about the film projectionist with cancer / who’s been with the company for 25 / years, and whoever else is in the room // laughs as well. Who goes through the rooms, / unfamiliar, and remembers the lines / from the song: Green leaves, how are / you alone? What sort of damned lonely // business letters are being written.

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