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 [...]
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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 [...]
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