My feet spend most days seeing the same pictures in my shoes, house, garden and shower. So they reinvented themselves. My fingernails have got it pretty good.
We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Vast Differences Between Fingernails And Toenails
There are vast differences between my fingernails and toe nails, and I feel that it boils down much more to exposure than biology. I have small feet, that are broader than usual, with toes that look like people cueing at an airport in summer. There is a large man at the counter (the big toe) and he is sweating through his business suit, and it's making the tall, occasional tennis player behind him uncomfortable. That is why there is a gap between them. Third and fourth in line are a couple- two lesbians about to go on holiday. One jutts her head out of line, ponytail swinging to assess the hold up (the fourth toe). At the back, resting on this nosey woman for support, (a prearranged agreement, don't you worry) is a leathery old woman.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Stakeout
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Duckeye Draws Blood
I'm pretty sure
I just put my hand in blood
on the bottom of the soap dispenser
at the Gladstone Hotel.
The feedback filling the building,
piercing the usually muffling quality of bathroom retreats.
A bunch of men
on a shitty stage out there
are screaming about ballsacks.
I really need more soap.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Emotive Memory
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