Thursday, October 21, 2010
chasing the trace
i saw a man in the tram
he was chasing the trace
going back and forth the carriage
chasing the originary trace of
meaning
until he realised
after a hundred trips and slips
round and round the carriage
he was the trace itself
and left
like a dog chasing its own tail
the pungent smell of its trail
lingering long after on the rails
I currently live in Paris, France. My fictional work tackles both the personal and the political, and focuses on lives at the margins. Please feel free to leave a comment!
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