made of lock, made of key, made of bone and long windows. made gently, piece on piece, paving stones selected, set— leading to the
regularity and symmetry…are amongst the primordial needs of the human soul –Baudelaire, Journaux Intimes Standing elsewhere, I look at myself
Tell no one where you’ve buried the map of your feet. Maintain your invisible stealth. On streets where people move in pairs, keep your
A pair of foxes, disrupting the snow, Were trampling the edge of the nuptial den; At dusk, their hard love reveals to surrounding brush