the exact reel (excerpt)

The coherence of the blood is worse than any violent item. Imagine staring at the portable swan, eyes tight in their dimes, filthy slides of a predatory airport. I am wiping my hands clean on silence. If you can imagine what went through me to talk to you. A master of cold seers, I lift my gold plate for the ball gag of roulette. Tell me about Michael’s coldest day, when she got hurt but also lucky. The total vocal clean house, it reminds you one day of warm elastic, thieves, local sauna acoustics. My life is cancelled upon a dead unknown, a rude cancellation, drop-by-drop cherry.

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from The Exact Reel–by Carlos Lara et al. & published by Editions Camille

You can buy the book somewhere? I think there is still one copy at Fungus Books in Pittsburgh.

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Don’t worry about who Carlos Lara is, where he lives, where he went to school, or what he’s published.