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Show His tale blends with a shadow. A head, a tail; Unpursed lips, mementos: my own piece of night-dark plucked from a piece that had risen dense like a drape above my bed: a kind of headboard. Something that felt eternal, something to count on. Cupid and his twin sister. An Eskimo girl, my first friend- wearing a polka-dot snow jacket, fleece around her hood. The constellation Mania and Her Many Heads, wearing the lilac headdress that changes her into Ophelia. Her thighs covered in blue jeans. I want to climb them, the honeysuckle. She skids like a shadow and disappears into a wall. Snap, an insect doing push-ups on a stalk of grass. s |
