Morse, My Deaf Friend [southern winds upon the town...] Poem by Miloš Đurđević

Morse, My Deaf Friend [southern winds upon the town...]



'I'm sure somebody is speaking against me at this moment.'

Josef K.



southern winds upon the town, the sky resembling unwashed windows
looking towards nothing - spit on the tongue, fingers in his ears

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