Friday 8/10/2012 12:17:00 AM

waders and optimists ford the river how. her voice is gnawed blankets. her face an aging bridge. Caught in the distance between the person and the skin.

choices. like the theater. a stutter of bones. sick with an audience.

windows flush with the chaos. animals. lost in a perpetuity of evolution. stray dogs. their prey limited by the willingness of when.

Patience. Merchants of if. stroke the sun. pet away the diseases that confess us to humanity. Thin curtain juggles the shadows. the simple debts of living betray her.

The end rushes in. Loudly waiting for what's next.

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