mi palabra de la dia es:
privación
expecting the instantaneous is an enormous handicap but, how else does anything get accomplished? not by eating like a ruffled bird at a buffet all tiny beakfuls and darting eyes, waiting for the next fallen bit from the lips of monolith fatties. handicaps make you stronger, and no zen mind can make me stop wanting.
it was saturday night and i dreamt of holly jones’ curled up plant sculptures. perfectly coiled, leaflets pulled early from their calyxes to show the impossible colors of extemporaneous evince. She was working in this little shop, elaborate imitation rock entrance (foamcore, textured spray paint), but didn’t have to be there very often, and the table was strewn with little beaded necklaces and cameras. i purused, chose, and when the old translucent lady at the cash register told me that the sale was over i woke up considering theft.
