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15 January 2008 @ 05:57 pm
finding the wick in an absence of candles  
stare at the page, the page on the table, the page at the desk, the page upstairs in the mills building kitchen, the page on the clipboard in the iowa field, the page that's not a page but a fourth of a page quarter-chopped. here is the reflection of my page in a window, here is the page propped stately on my blue-jeaned nook of a leg on the trembling blue and red stripped train. the hand pauses, waiting for the trembling to stop. the hand holds, waiting for a new sort of tremble to begin. my reflection in the train window after dark looks old and disheveled, maybe unstable, maybe someone who drives home talking to herself. the page, it wants answers. the page, it sits staring. answer me, page. answer.
music: ben's neighbor yells and throws chairs
A Girlpangaea on February 4th, 2008 05:56 am (UTC)
I feel like I've been looking for those lately, and my page, unfortunately, remains blank.

selva oscuraanonymousblack on February 4th, 2008 06:18 am (UTC)
Re: Answers...
sometimes it helps if you try to see it as freshly fallen snow.

it doesn't help with the writing, i mean. but it helps in other ways.

(make angels?)