In a message dated 04.19.03 1:40:21 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< head full of jingles and a taste for salty things -
raw herring, dangled with sandy fingers, swallowed whole. >>
Great visuals that make the poem alive; I also like:
they're watching the world through pickled onions
with sucked out centres. Tomorrow, they'll peel each other's skin.
What a great ending!
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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