| survive? To fast is not to starve. Dirt cracking. Always fissures, hungers, | ||
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A Portrait of Daniel: I think of a river running through you. It flows from your head to your upper thighs and groin. The river surrounds your head but you are not drowning. Inside you there are rocks, and the water crashes against them. Your |
arms and legs are lights that the ground crew uses to guide the plane in. They are always backing up. Sometimes the arms and legs are fireflies. Sometimes they are pure fire, a cleansing fire along the river bank. And some- times they rage and if |
there is a little oil on the water, they dance across and consume it.
He has stolen some
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| heart-shaped leaves and heart-shaped flowers-two hearts with a third squeezed inside. Only half the inner heart shows. If |
you peel away the petals, a light char- treuse bud appears.
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prayer-bubbles. As I stood on my head for you, blood rushed to my face. I thought clearer. My legs, seen through the harem |
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fasting, famine. I like to eat. Digging for tubers, pinching off smilax shoots. How much food is needed for survi- | ||
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