the first star
makes its debut
on the palette
hips in style
bearing herself up
balances a tray the
stylus etched on
her nerves
locked in sway
each movement
corresponded like an
invisible programme
pulls a handkerchief
from a black hole
push me pull me
she walks on singing
her moans to the tree
6.01.08. / 9.02.08.
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