December 2010
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peek-a-boo at the plaza
The Supermarket turned into a series of blind alleys the other day as I paranoiacally searched for birdseed and tomato paste at my mother’s request. Each aisle a limited, vacillating gap between me and the most potent of others. The slightest glance from a shopper’s eye so ripe with time that the iris seems to reach out, a virtual image of links on a chain from “me” to...
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