Thursday, June 14, 2012

[fragment 2]

How much pain gluts this little frame, so hard shivering she's rising from the pavement, inner centrifuge thickening her blackness. It's so heavy the smoke falls out the mouths of third-story windows, under which her naked body tears at passing faces of morning commuters. Gaping moans of broken windows, black baby biting her finger, marigolds crowned with soot surround the spruce reaching out the street over the smoke, flowers and toddler.


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