Under the window-seat in the back parlor, where wasps die and desiccate, the memories are kept, unlocked, unbidden, and inaccessible – mint-green florilegium, pallor bred under the western sun. The thought makes me sleepy.
aridity
This was written by M.F. Corwin, and it was posted on the 6th of October 2007, a Saturday, at 21.40
Generally: quotidian, snapshot.
More specifically to do with: memory, sleepiness, view, window.
Might be similar to:
¶ A view (26)
¶ waiting for the flood
¶ not at home
¶ hold my coat and snicker
¶ A view (25)
ego hoc feci mm–mmx
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