Poem: semantic fever dream (tarot cards)

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“The pain, or the memory of pain, that here was literally sucked away by something nameless until only a void was left.”

2666, Roberto Belano


i didn’t tell you a lie

he said

i never told you a lie

but all she could think was

he didn’t say

i didn’t lie

he didn’t say

i never lied

she felt herself slip

into a semantic fever dream

and she couldn’t remember

him looking her in the eyes


where are the tarot cards

she asked

we burned them

he said

we burned them

she asked

we tore them up

he added

and then we burned them

she felt a sudden pang of remorse

tarot cards

she realized

were a lie

she could live with

don’t let go in oktober

she thought she heard him say

don’t let go in oktober

she repeated

don’t let go

—P.L. Thomas