cabin: afternoon
the drunk wasps--they
come from under the wall.the drunk wasps--they
the farthest they make
it is the screened windows,
my chair, the light
in the kitchen. i kill them
with my shoe or magazine
and sweep them under
the wall, where they are
reborn. air in the ice
in the bourbon whistles;
it either rains or snows.
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"..once you get a distance, you can develop an esthetic for things that oppressed you.." Alison E. Taylor, artist
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