Zelda in Tetouan
It’s always the house set at an odd angle
As though it’s falling into the sea
We spread our legs like Captain Ahab
Keeping our balance
Grasping for rails
Reaching for the back door
Escape! Escape into the garden
Zelda holds us back
You’re not going anywhere
It’s not what you think it is
It’s not a garden
It’s a dream. There are no plants
No flowers
No fruits
No comfort
It will not make you content
Come and play with me
Dancing on the coping
Howling at Pluto
Embracing the violinist with his slalom glissandos
Until at last we drop exhausted
On the sands of Tetouan.
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