2006-07-15 - 9:45 p.m.
endless duplication of lives and objects (roethke)
"is that paint, or a bruise?"
"i don't know. lick your finger and rub it, and see if it comes off."
rinse out the brushes, watch the muddy muted water swirl down the drain. the image and the vision slipped apart, and no amount of paste or pleading will bring them back together. outside, the street is dark. cool night air comes in through the screen.
i just discovered sarah perry, and i'm not sure how i ever lived without her.