Sunday, January 24, 2010


Under the weather he cut me open I am something stranger deeper in. Augers and painted saws bore further he'll pin my broken limbs to the door of the barn. Fingers as firewood and kneecaps as horseshoes. Slice it thicker and thinner and thicker again I can be built by alteration.

1 comment:

  1. reminds me of the stereoscopic atlas of the human body.