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MICH A EL M A RTINEC
Unspool Last week I lost hold of my tenses – wrote sentences like this: Now, I will have forgot she is dead & we’d not spoken as I’d always imagined, she’s ahead of me. I forgot how to write a poem & live linear. I mean live within the line itself – no that’s not what I mean – I want to say: my sentences broke, moving back & forth through time but still in the same moment, like film reels played over each other unspooling different scenes from different times, each scene semi-dissolved, projected all at once, compressed, pressured – a life flattened.