Sunday, May 10, 2009
One dotter was conceived a man. No, two. Twelve. Admission: there were hundreds. Thousands of men were not priorly. Thousands of men pre-embryo could thread a needle with an eyelash, feel. Some retained water. Some were retrained. Some small rain down shall rain. The sum of their parts was not eagle to the hole-in-one. The hole was the part. Later, wholes were defined as solar--a system of orbits focused, buckets of electrons or planets swung around the largest tumor, largest mass, that ritual taking up of most. It is after all space and weight and not the scarlet robes or scepters, clubs, and balls that make-up men. A dotter should learn from this not to mince her steps. Instead, flesh out and out and out.
Posted by kirsten at 1:11 PM