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Published: Wed Apr 15 1992
Eva Lundsager, Were now like (detail), 2021, oil on canvas
I Forgot Her Blue Ice

The Sunday was like a hot bus engine. People were leaving themselves as if for a day out in the country. My face slipped back past the window like a tree. Nobody knew its name. The future was closed like a museum. There wasn’t enough room on the ground for the sunlight. Even the soft drink bottles sweated. The man was telling me about the cool of the Andes. Underneath, his life was torn like underwear. The green water swam around playfully with a white flower in its teeth and the cocoa-skinned boys were in vain trying to catch it.

Suddenly, there was the sound of an airplane. I turned as if somebody had called my name. The sky slid down and stuck at an angle, like a bayonet, in the flat Yucatan landscape.

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Yuriy Tarnavsky was born in Ukraine and has lived in the U.S. since 1952. He is a founding member of the New York Group, an avant-garde Ukrainian emigré writers’ group, and a member of Fiction Collective. He has published eleven volumes of poetry and two novels. (1992)

Tarnawsky’s novel Three Blondes and Death was reviewed in AGNI 39 by Bruce Borowsky.

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