Friday, October 27, 2006


I want to make things. bones and buttons sewed together with glue. The murdered flue murmured through the sink water. I pin my bones back with skin. No, raw let. Already drawn on.

you are reading again. reading. reading. you hair in the light like gold thread. the head of a baby goat skinned and powdered. sugared highlight of the bruised fin slid through your teeth like claps.

hollow bottle button brush, hemmed against your lost hand

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is this real?