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{diamond buckle} coleen shin Unnecessary, a foundling, all orphans kept in the oven/cupboard/dark. All these shoes with heels to make legs taut, ass, glance worthy, calves trembled and balance, a mannequin dance on tight wires, it is so we can't run away, or to lure he who is fertile as god once more to my bed. I am servant and dominatrix, fervent and futile, full of the hell of bound feet, betel stained teeth and the swan gilded necks of the Paduang women. My time is no longer that of the vivid fecund happier now to stand with feet bare to squat near colorful spills of burned, unlabeled cds, singing. To work the arts and find paint a substitute for pain - to create a durable beauty of tint, turpentine and linseed oil, and even these leave a beautiful stain, cause a swim, a vertiginous sway when too long exposed to the fumes. Now comes the mystery of blood drought, the brittle of bone and gravity pulling me home to feed the the roots of hungry flowers, but not yet - first another thousand days, one thousand more musing remembrances, again under the weight and harmony of skin pressing me down, breast against beat, a pale pink bud between the pages we have written. |
