•10/ The bones of an hour are revealed slowly, with soft flesh becoming angular, tense, abstracted against the histories of the room, the tongued stories in the walls—
Friday, January 10, 2014
Bones of an Hour
A persistent itch lingers along my right leg, by the inner side of my knee. Dry skin. Proverbial irritation. Constant ire. No amount of rubbing the outer surface allows a sense of relief. I feel as if I am settled in a case of pins and needles. Prickling annoyances.