7/15/12

1)

[dear ---,

the stiff actors. the stiff self. the crumbling body. no joy anywhere. the words form an expansive farm where nothing grows. all the crops are blank pieces of paper. curling upwards and rotting.

i saw a girl today. she was floating on a lake. her hair formed ribboned streaks of blue and white. her black dress flowed in the wind and only lightly dampened in the water. she hummed a quiet tune.

i still

feel

nothing.]