Tuesday, May 29, 2007


The feel of watercolor paper thickened with wax and rapped tightly with floss sewn onto a piece of strong paper. security. I feel safe there. I can live there - underneath the wax. It covers me and I'm safe and warm. every pore enveloped. I am wax. I am glued together. Tightly wrapped. nothing can escape.Nothing can be lost and nothing can ever die.

1 comment:

changapeluda said...

i don't want my dog, zoe the pearliest to ever die.

you either, suziblu.