extensive poetic juxtapositions
by and about del ray cross
(delraycross at gmail)
Friday, November 06, 2009
mlix
It was a leaky pierce. I emptied a tiny Visine bottle and blissfully siphoned as much of the sweat as I could off the floor, squoze the sweat into the bottle without losing even the tiniest drop. We still don’t have a microphone.