Cut glass distorts your eyes and my seeing. We continue on, as if the cistern hadn't been rotated and filled with ice. We practiced — okay and fine; two amateur ping pong players in a polite warmup.
B.F.M.
Showing posts with label doubt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doubt. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Monday, November 12, 2012
She, Him, Them, It
Doubt: An anchor that drags across their sandy bottom towards a shoreline cliff.
B.F.M.
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