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Wednesday, February 6, 2008
DREAMS OF EMPIRE #2
The 6 AM fish market stunk of guts, it glistened. From a doorway, a leering stranger gathers his bones long enough to ask for a light. As I cup the sulfured tip for him, I see I am speaking to my own ghost, spun of clothes I am just beginning to wear, flayed down to nothing, to the merciful medicine, to the buffalo bone.