Thursday, December 10, 2009

A Tumbling Affair

Mesmerized by the way the clouds bled into each other I sewed my hands together to observe how my fingers would fall, creating crevices and enclosures that could never have occurred without a forced stretching and unifying of skin. The way they bled made stains of oceanic caves on the fabric of my lap and patterns of rust new bacterium could slice through and re-pattern in strains of microscopic breath.

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