Friday, October 24, 2008

on the floor.
there are spiraled telephone cords. from a phone that never worked.
spiders. that were named after you.
leather. that wraps and locks.
brown paper bags and saddle shoes. from school girl memories.
rabbit fur. where there are no rabbits.
chili leaves. in the dead of winter.
and sense memory. of head to hardwood. flashes of light. and waking up to nothing.

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