Search Results for: Tapestries made up
apartment's gates and doors; in the middle of the imagining and unlocking, she describes her enemy. it's eerie for me to read, as i also wrote a long poem about this very thing. i know the way they look in the sun their eyes downcast and watching their sideways following heet whispers as they warm you up
it's good, really, especially the very end: your hands, diana, pull the life from his warm animal eyes, his skin collapses, the bones protruding unwind, unwrap themselves into crackling mummy bandages, deeds to property, car registrations, proof of insurance, diplomas, credit reports, all fluttering up...
https://bookmaniac.org/2005/11/