07 January, 2009

When I burst

at the seams, there's nothing I can do but sew myself back up.
Stitch, by stitch, by stitch

until all the cotton has fallen out of me, and vanished.
My favorite trick at the magic show is when they make her

disappear.

Seldom do I ever see anything as beautiful
as that act
of elegance;
of cleanliness;
of life.

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