LAYERING THE LIGHTS
OVER HANNIBAL FIELD
Petty jealousy fingers the crook, and we all
know how that happens and what it means.
There are only Chiclets where the cigarettes
used to be. As it was put by Marquez, 'no one
writes to the Colonel.'
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Icicle landings at the end of the broken
escalator. Airport coffee shops with no
seating left. The vaccine booth, near the
studio chapel - in case something happens
or some other plane crashes???
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How wild that child's fingers are. He is
playing with the buttons of his lovely
mother's blouse. I sit, transfixed.
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