Plats - Opening

The apartment blocks cycle past, the sun, diffused stucco dust in taupe haze, descend in a continuous track from the moment that dawn raced over this whole city, revealing unpainted crevices, reflected faces, evaporating damp reserves, sinking quickly, satisfied. She rotates north slightly, east on to Idaho, to tread back toward the dawn, but first toward the entropic dusk while the sun slides between her shoulderblades and she dives beneath the asphalt to meet day where the city sleeps, to illuminate the space between her sleeping body and her disintegrating character. Her hands cradle her eyes, apartment blocks cycle past and rise away from the road when she bows her head and rests her elbows on her knees to stare at nude stockings through chinks in her fingers, and she sinks.



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