31 January 2010
original included background image
tiles and biomorph
no
light is as
tender
as
fortune’s
heaviness
(such as tired birds
squander)
you’d die of thirst
in this room
probably
(probably)
but can you be born
through nothing?
I think it
all the time
her body
covered
entirely
with skin
no eyes
nor other closings
opening
how do you stumble
without walking?
how do you greet
or cry
wolf?
this endless
perfect
bathroom
and all you know
is
what
you
touch