Sunday, August 10, 2008


Your convinced that these written words
are for you female wonder. 
You run across each sentence soaking in a reflection you cant see of yourself. 
You scan through each letter shaping it correctly into your body. 
Now why believe in something that isn't yours? 
it scares the one who creates to see such similarity. 
is it true that we have met. 
once so quite and closed. 
now your head looks like a book of written philosophies you try to not understand.
You arrive to the last page.
You flip back 788 white recyled sheets. 
signed by the author. 

the female zoo