Saturday 12/04/2010 12:35:00 AM

pretty dresses. stab the bones. stiff curtains. disguising the broken windows. teasing the science. with calcium and obstinance. pointing fingers and fractured wrists. draw the maps. the devil's face on heaven's throne.

little children. tiny faces lost in the tornado. Long zippers. coming undone. at the slightest provocation. impotent monsters. making faces. pressing their noses to the glass.

starving and cold. the winter in all its magnificence. teaching the homeless what they already know. it's cold.

even in pretty dresses. even when the sun is this close. there is still so much darkness.

the meal of rotting bones. the whisper of the cracking glass. as i negotiate the choices.

She was not fortunate enough to have had.

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