think about a wishbone
walk across the street
take another bus
you place things and mold
environmental things - a book, a place for water, slippers, pens.
time in living rooms becomes nothing
it dissolves itself
but you have no chair to sit
no desk to work
lives with purpose
i've come to a new place in the winter, there is cold, there is opportunity, things are very tight and not much juice.
shapes of the neck, patterns, a construction, of bones
Monday, January 25, 2010
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