Little Wires Caked with Paint
August 30, 2011 § 1 Comment
Somewhere in this alternate universe I am attempting to discover, there is a woman, very young and with a sober and serious demeanor, who is suffering the pangs of unexpressed love. She is enamored with someone—I don’t know who it is—but she can speak of it to no one. I found her thoughts in my notebook of sentences:
Marvelous sticks comb his hair,
Break off little wires caked with paint.
I still end up with battered little wires.
No, I don’t know what it means yet, but it sounds poignant, somehow.