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2013, ankle, breasts, earth, hair, knees, lap, legs, light, lotus, meaning, mist, morning, nose, posture, stone, Sylvia Plath, Tara, telephone lines, trees, typewriter, waist, walls, words, writing
thar she perched on the dry stone-
capped stone wall one morning
misty swirled the trees on the flat-
meadow horizon with right leg folded
down slipper-pointing to the earth with
sharp-ankle contrast to the stone and
left leg folded up anchored over right
knee padding-(pushing / rocking a loose
stone?) like Tara ready to step from her
lotus with pretty waist and pulled-back
sleeves – wait wait – she pulls the sheet
from the neat-clack type-writer perched-
nestled against shin-bone in her lap – whawassat? – sheet stays wrapped around
the platen, shoulders, bandana’d hair, pointy nose, pointy breasts, all, read
attention to the words – held held – and while a telegraph pole leans slightly
from the weight of all its messages a light flashes up from the distant trees
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
hair & mist wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
light wormhole: ‘in the centre of the bare room …’
meaning wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name
morning wormhole: 1977
posture wormhole: gently straighten
stone & trees wormhole: H e a v e
Sylvia Plath wormhole: living mystery / murder theatre
Tara wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
walls wormhole: what heavy and cantilevered structure
words wormhole: our whore-y little compromises
writing wormhole: un … able
