Winter 2011


Excuse Me?

Silence. Silence repeated. Silence cranked out, landing in a pan. Bring to a boil and cover. Neither animal nor Anagnopoulos. They questioned my arrival. Why wasn't I prepped? What would become of me? I still can't get to it all — all the important things. Who can help me? Books were recommended but a lot they know. I am obligated to stare at the wall. I don't use eye drops. I'm deep as a cup. I figured out where I need to be. Near the drain. Satisfactory result, considering that anywhere else I'd be sucked in. Now I'm waiting for my fitting. Now I'm awake.

KOSTAS ANAGNOPOULOS

 

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"Hand Movie" by Yvonne Rainer