Apr 15, 2015 16:20
Sorry in an apple.
You are inside the magic box the speaking box the box of forgiven fingers and forgiven toys the box of flight. There is a star in the window a blind of hand and a face in the intolerant afternoon. Celeste picks you up in pieces of crunching apron allowed to part in four corners the leaves of your iris the sock in your suitcase and the twist in your chair when you think of letters to pronounce. Think up letters. Think up.