The Knicknackery Issue Five - 2017 | Page 11

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They feel like boiling stones.

Call them Marilyns or cupcakes, they are full of carbon and holes.

Written on the soil.

Why is the measure of love the loss of cairns and soil samples?

She draws on her body circles of ball point pen, marking rash and reaction.

She would gladly again, calculate the percentage of fluid in her lungs to the last significant figure as she was drowning.

William Holman Hunt

Wonders: Images of the Ancient World, 1889

"Jephthah's daughter bewailing her sacrifice."