| A Pond in a Piece of Broken-Bottle Glass Fence posts in front of the station wear black latex, chained together at regular intervals. Manacles are clamped just below their blunt, penis head tips. But the perfect rectangle is unavoidable, with its finger grooves between the ribs and bellybutton hole in the center. And you cannot mask in ugliness the glass-shard wind chimes of tiny birds. |