March 14, 2008
Door. Suitcase. Drawer. Blouses and underwear, socks, a skirt, slacks. Handkerchiefs hat shoes. Handkerchief, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes. Bed. Sheets, pillow. Thread count. Morning light, dawn. Telephone, taxi. Windows and rain. Door, hallway. Staircase, ballister — eighteen steps. Entryway, fish tank. Table and photographs, no dust. No conversation. Doorknob, porch, walkway. Grass, flowers puddles, trees, [...]
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March 4, 2008
August 23rd, 2005 — los hermanos at Los Hermanos
My brother and I infiltrated my work today with small adhesive wall hooks and a prepared picture frame. Our destination was the Fish Room, upstairs:
My brother carried a camera to document our work.
The day was stormy and clouded over, the skies heavy with rain like a sponge [...]
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March 2, 2008
Salmon is fish for company;
Snapper when we eat alone.
Spinsters poach perch
Slathered with tartar sauce.
Bachelors would eat steak;
Bachelors eat mostly Hot Pockets.
Better weeks see blueberry frozen waffles for
Breakfast, or dessert.
Some houses fill daily with
Smoke; greasy dust
Settles on top of the fridge, in cupboard corners,
Stays for years.
Some houses ring like campaniles at
Supper time.
Some houses the kitchens are [...]
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