Monday, October 27, 2008

Anniversary

It is Our day of paper. Hatched from trees and 
processed from pulp, it is even more delicate than 
a bubble, for at least the orb can fly. 
Our piece of paper has no defense 
against tearing, burning, shredding. 
paper rocks scissors. 
paper covers rock. 
knife slashes through paper and through Our 
fingers lying there, cut off at the knuckle. 

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