December 2007
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smelly belly
Two days ago, I was browsing these goods, and there was no sound, no light. It was one of those days. I pushed the buggy onward, but I wasn’t moving in any direction. Time was going in stacks. My eyeball was shaped like a lizard. I had to image blood red. I was a blind person who had never seen color, so I imagined it. There were silk colors, watery colors, a smooth liquidation of red. Like...
“Fix me.”
mercado
It’s quiet in the market, and the tomatoes are sighing. The lights are louder than one anticipates. The buzz is unheard unless you listen to it. There is a quick wretch on the tile floors as the wheels of the cart creep along the imperfect wax. Tiles did not mean to be so stationery. Wax use to be so lucid.