static. pale abundance. screams at the actors. is silence for the audience. she told me to wait and i did. wait. high on the eventual. sober with the circumstance. her Pinocchio danced. wooden and awkward. as the play went on without us. a sheer curtain all that separated broken toys from paradise.
an old wizard. lacking in magic. drew the outline. a courtesy of touch. purchased in haste.
she tried to wake him. warm matches. tease the memory of a fire. too weak to give it life. she tries on the math. touch in long division. remainders desperate to recover their fractions. time colors in the gentle farts of butterfly wings.
we are lost. in the stench. of all the places that took us close. but failed to let us in.
Wednesday
12/21/2011 01:03:00 AM
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