What horribly
manipulative
Spatiality.
And how
zoo cryptological
can I be
in the crumbling
of stained-glass
windows?
I leap into
the backseat
of a Golden Hawk
Eyes like yolks;
head low and
awkward with nipples.
Friday, December 23, 2011
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