Something read:
"...a foot slumped free of the shroud and dangled ineffectually in the
air. Lobo Antunes decided, he said in a recent interview, 'to write
for that foot.'"
while i write for the foot
she paints for the head -
nameless
in a shroud.
On seeing
a Cindy Sherman film still:
for all the heat
she has no shape
nor fun in the bun(s)
i blame -
with aim -
all her
gorgeous geometry.
-jim hill (5-5-09)
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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