Saturday, April 12, 2008

Sometimes it's

glass ankles, glass
jaws, copper
kettles, warm
floors. 

Tricky fingers, happy
feet, saying 
grace, eating
sweets.

Rotten apples, little
toe, seen you
somewhere, making 
those

amazing pieces of lace, like those ladies did with their shawls wrapped around their heads. 

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