You cut
on the fault.
Your eyes lash.
Fillet.
Green-raw
sected
flowerstem.
I leave pens
in hotspots
and you leave
knives.
The fish
with deep red gills
are the fresh.
For eating, not
selling.
Filler?
No sugar-
coat.
Splicer.
The film, you,
the un-
cut.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Cut (2006)
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