Thursday, December 8
BUREAU OF This is the body of, waiting to turn on. graced with a little tremor, a little-known form, a fibrous hook, a flimsy lever that makes the jar work a lever and a clasp :voila. The pathetic filofax unfurls, the owl describes; on air; makes an apse; lopes left off the phonepole, woodenly. we rise above the wind park, commemorially. our whorled fossil, pinned open. our emergency kit holds aspirin. digitalis. adrenalin-in-in. (Joyelle McSweeney)