Ligne de Fuite

Let's workshop this poem about a single-lung lung-cancer smoker who, standing at the window of his Parisian flat, might have slipped in his frail and dizzy grab for more air--or might have jumped

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Ligne de Fuite
—For Gilles Deleuze

Wind that bellows the drapes over me
no longer has me catch my breath.

Jump out to have the air fill me.
Jump out to stop it from having to.

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