He has not flown for years but why not
be a
black speck raking its way toward the crater of Icchantikas on icy possibles,
why not rotate
the inhuman Andes at a personal angle and retreat when it spins-if it does
and if not, win
bolts of wind like slaps of wood and the bitter red drumming of wing muscle on air -
he flicks Record.
-Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
POSTED BY GRAYDON AT 4/12/2009 -
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