Wednesday, October 24, 2007

excerpt from "you myth, i mith"

We see the grapefruit and hold it in our hands to weigh. There is no cashier, the world at the moment is a grocery store. If there were a cashier in this world he’d be standing solemnly, looking out the window while we shopped, trusting fully in our thievery. He’d be right. With a blotched navel and porous rind the grapefruit we are considering over the others is coarse, a texture that debatably correlates with taste. I think it will taste bitter and I think that it will drip when broken apart.






Nancy Romero, October 2007

1 comment:

Meg Day said...

nancy romero, every time i read you i fall in love with you all over again.