February 2012
2 posts
The red and negative which so easily defines me is a dead dog in the street.
It is festering in the heat. it is pools of red-turning-black stretching out under me. it is the hurried shuffling of people who pass me and look past me and hope someone will take care of what they are trying to ignore
(Which is to say get rid of it: ‘take care’)
which is to say get it cleaned up and out...
