Buttered Asphalt

Khashayar Mohammadi
Me, You, Then Snow

The figure of asphalt reappears through out the book and forms a ribbon of associations.

my brain buttered to asphalt

we paved a new path to the mind

and listen to the gentle static
of car tires on wet asphalt
a motorway behind every window

with asphalt crackling
hidden from sight
but ever present

And so for day 3110

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