March 2012
February 2012
Sigh.
to touch with mouth, minus teeth or to drift apart naturally, no ropes to chew. our limbs still fit together like the positions of Hindu deities on tapestries, brittle from the aging and exposure. or choreographed like hieroglyphs in the temple’s most secret and, still undiscovered, core chambers. this suspicion, and jealousy, if we each carry a torch in each hand, who will guide the...
