#04 February 2000, 2000

A Final Note On The Weight of Breath by Andy Buck

napping… one eye (the Left) to the public’s people naked and the Other sliced by shadow breathing inches into the upper arm: of Me, hidden this is me dopey eyed for a buffet of strangers (or “By”) but all at the same time darting through this intricate subway system which is made by electricity (the […]