| tasting honey on those lips blue in love with white again buzzing along now walking� (�..zzzzzzz-?) she lays on the ground in the middle of a supermarket parking lot. brittle legs locked below and hair at an angle weathered skin scorching beneath summer hips that tremble and warn (so much shame now, so much shame now�what can there be left but the porcelain garden?) rises slowly amidst the living once more walking� |
| old lady with a wig |