Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The cold is near

I want to dip my hands in a barrel full of scratchy wool socks.
I will pluck out a pair of discounted misshapen army-regulated green stockings. They will go over the meaty part of my calf. They will cut off the circulation and keep my legs below the knees warm as I stand in the coldness waiting for everything and anything.

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