.95 Black book
.95 black book. September 2010- She approaches a wooden door, finding no perceivable reason to unlock and step in. fighting, accepting, collapse, create. Speaking, interpretation. Doubly so. September 22.10 Staring beyond thought. wilted ferns and dog eared covers. Light unmoving, but denying surface. Perpendicular existence, crossing oaths with separate elements. How this...
There are things I can’t admit. Places I could have been. Time and energy, for no further gain. Wishing for a moment of clarity. She moves between the steps, half here more there. Scanning for an attachment, crooked medicine. Stacking examples for unspoken debate, a bank of train track pennies.