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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Me, now, to chip away at the block

I press my fingers to the keys
and numbness fills them.

Naked flesh to ice,
electric wax paper
buzzing against the teeth of a Hercules comb
(bendable, unbreakable)
like pressing index in screw hole
of a desk lamp missing its bulb.
Posted by Michael Bellmore at 12:04 AM No comments:
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