23 OCT 06
Dear light you are blood from me a vein through sky a conspiracy theory you are making me move with my writing you are making my fingers broken sticks you are saying alone as if this word is soft and cool you will trash my machine box, bite my wire.
[Text from the limited-edition chapbook from Flashes by Jennifer Firestone, out recently from Sona Books. See the cover, read excerpts, & find purchase information here. Don't wait too long.]
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