Monday, October 4, 2010


{Anita:} Lift your finger up to the window


...beginning...the earliest visionary sequence
of my early childhood (in chilly West Lynn MA)
as I pressed my index-fingertip onto the ice
that formed overnite inside my bedroom window
(there was no storm-window on my bedroom) &
slowly melted it with my stinging skin's warmth,
again & again, to be able to peek out
thru the small openings I'd made...
that eventually melted & melded.

(02 OCT 10m Santa Clara CA)v4

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