One fine body…
- Washington, District of Columbia
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- About Over time it occurs to me I am building a shed that will burn. Footer and sill, whatever I do flames blue and translates to ash. The nail shrieks as it enters the joist and streams out, shrieks and drips a metal tear from the elemental eye. What I do not know is here. I worship wood and the instant. What is over, I can never finish. The angel of work is sweat. And still as I move the brush many faces look back at me. The stain vanishing into the knot reminds me of something I forgot.
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