shotgunsketch
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Loudspeakers
When I look down the hall all I see is the shine of wax. Wax under feet. Wax on apples. The shine of counter tops.
Windows and rain lead and chips. Desks chairs and bowls of candy. I see shiny shells. Nails. Red. Yellow. Green.
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