Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Section 7
Serpents define a broken pediment. Silence makes the front elevation strange. A shrill sound is followed by a strange smell supported by a sinking feeling. The doors open outward into a place I don't recognize. My heart is located under my skin. Two eyes gaze across an open field. Behind the porch, a broken rocking chair is occupied by a sad farmer whose arms rise up to support the daily newspaper. On top of the farmer is a hat reading "JOHN DEERE." The farmer is approximately 61 years old. His legs descend to form feet with five toes on each; the feet are clad in socks and shoes that obscure the original appearance. On a table nearby, lemonade is encased in a glass pitcher. The lemonade is made of lemons, sugar and water. Flying birds are located everywhere and nowhere. My mouth forms a rosette as I begin to cry out.
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