January 2011
2 posts
“keep your unpeopled gardens careful, like with words.”
This is what the bear said to her while she crossed the river into the forest of weathered, two-tone doors, fragments of azaleas close cropped like haircuts in the chain link.
Then they were a pair and between two things: the smiling void. Everything in pairs inside of the hopeless field.
Fishing line suspended the old model...
