The Corduroy Mtn. On A Man Running Down Stairs In High-Heeled Shoes And A Cheap Kimono Ailbhe Darcy "Straight to the Adam's apple my dear," you've told me eyes go. And I resent you that dear, your lurid, and the fey. But just now I see none of it. You are fluid shapes, the turning and settling colour fields of a kaleidoscope turned. Your breasts lift, your eyelashes fall. You begin to land and take form. A painted manatee, moving through water, unbounded, not infinite, weeping, antemundane. I make a mobius strip of my hands, prepare to give appropriate inadequate sounds previous | next Added to The Corduroy Mtn. on November the sixth in the year two thousand and eight.