Tuesday, May 18, 2010
My O word near, ambling, raw. As I type, pawn struggles on the end of my tether. She knows I'm with the refiners and that we facet these exceptional Cinderellas one-by-one. I write here in that regard, attentive to the sticks of skin toiling outside in their marinade of money. Their vitality is unceasing and surrounding, as they learn the hard way at their own insistence.