vol. 1, 2007
Danielle Pafunda
On the Bearskin Rug in Front of the Fire I Construct the Following Tableau:
Lodged in the throat. A plaster of Paris throat, erupting, fowl and snakes. Tubular gelatins. Bulbs. Plantings, cuttings. A gag web. At the base, I assemble a deck of playing cards. They read better luck next time, better beware, too much revelry before chagrin. They dust for prints, mine. I killed my own, I’m not ashamed, I killed my own collection to bring you this reflex. Narrate: At the back of the throat, a poor strumpet lodged.