Friday, August 27, 2010

By Sam Breen


it's trite to say it fits in a box. it fits in a box. maybe two. but puking broken levies can't touch 'em. squeeze through a window cracked open and there they sit. unscathed. I can't don't want to unpack. so my walls are blank. i have two shiny prints (blue, green, red victorian houses stacked hapazardly on top of one another) rolled and stuffed tightly together into a tube. will they ever flatten out? I won't let them.

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