Thursday, November 8, 2007

Vision

I see a girl each night. She carries stones like rainwater, like an offering. Above the stones swim seven goldfish, unyielding to gravity, perched mid-air. Cutting her feet are the broken bones of a fishbowl that isn't now, won't be, and perhaps, never was.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

revelations according to glenn?

-angie