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THE SALTY KISS OF
CIXOUS ON MY PSYCHE
By Beverley Hayward
In this vast and expansive ocean,
Filled with the salt of the water,
Whence the écriture feminine is conceived,
I write my own story.
In this expansive, liquidation of the space,
The dawn breaks in the place of the Real,
Bursting with the crimson sparks of the Imaginary,
I felt the lips of Cixous on my psyche.
In this landed salty-seascape,
It is where the sea embraces the sky;
A place in which, the strangers' stories,
Are celebratory.
It is here that I feel their kisses upon my psyche.
KAROLINA 17
HONG
