July 2006/Volume Seven/Issue Two | ||||||||||
Ray Succre | ||||||||||
A Thursday for Everything He comets the gravity of steel-toed boots and swims home through commerce to see her predate the clocks and hug him like sounding horns around a dulcimer. He collects and she is to gather him onto a couch and blanket ten o’clock, loan him all moments his, from her version of him, all him, the limp capibara hanging from her teeth. |
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RETURN TO JULY 2006 |