Flowers, used plate;
rest,
the weight of the world, all 5400 kilograms of it,
fork, two spoons;
submerged,
there is something like a ghost there
food, residue stains;
their bones still lay in the earth,
unclean
oranges, mixed browns;
the other is blood red and pokes out from underneath the first,
bottom sink
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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