Taste: the sweetness of raw pecans
Touch: damp ground, rough bark, sitting on the earth, under the sky, and beside a tree on May Day evening
Sight: giraffe-like in jeans she walks, wobbling, on stilt-stick legs, knees bigger than the thighs swivel in, shrunken hips swivel out, jerking her off balance, an anorexic gait; sequined mules; a small space enclosed in reflective black tile; her hands, epees, describe fencing, from a distance, concentrating on striking a small square, a window focused on the tip of your chin, your neck, and your upper chest to the top of your heart
Smell: sage smoke, fuel (paraffin and white gas) and cigarettes
Sound: classical music: violins, drums, cellos from inside, a brain symphony playing into silence
Extra: a dream: beating my fists against the orange floor in futile anger, a parody of passion
Touch: damp ground, rough bark, sitting on the earth, under the sky, and beside a tree on May Day evening
Sight: giraffe-like in jeans she walks, wobbling, on stilt-stick legs, knees bigger than the thighs swivel in, shrunken hips swivel out, jerking her off balance, an anorexic gait; sequined mules; a small space enclosed in reflective black tile; her hands, epees, describe fencing, from a distance, concentrating on striking a small square, a window focused on the tip of your chin, your neck, and your upper chest to the top of your heart
Smell: sage smoke, fuel (paraffin and white gas) and cigarettes
Sound: classical music: violins, drums, cellos from inside, a brain symphony playing into silence
Extra: a dream: beating my fists against the orange floor in futile anger, a parody of passion
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