Monday, December 10, 2007

spin, spin, sugar

a dress that floats upon the waters with lingering attachment to its forgotten owner. the owner lies in the sanctuary of her bathroom translating her sensory experiences for the day before anoesis takes hold. Naked, she remembers her eyes wide open, ears pounding traffic, sharing laughter, sashimi and beer, fortunate detours, a glimpse of ambition and what it means.

according to books, death can actually be relaxing.