Monday, May 2, 2011

Truman


'He brought me a butterfly, it was in a peppermint sack. I thought it was a peppermint, it tasted just as sweet: feel my head, feel it flying?' TO have her head held was pacifying, it lulled the sway there, the power-dive sound: 'And sometimes it flies in other parts of me, my throat, me heart.'

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