from Report from the Anstee Society, Vol. 1 No. 1
So I hung up pictures of your muscles, whilst dismantling your breath, okay? I breathed in such conditions, & too a sudden number of other bearable such things. But I’ll admit an exception & so infuriate with the occasional “I”. I’ll see, see, the small folds of your knees & shoulders. I’ll saw (sic), I should say. Well, anyway, go ahead – believe it, forget it, & then be surprised. Books come out fleshly things after all, don’t they? Bastard sounds that there are, though, our (sic) mostly hopeful.
& so we balance.
(Sic)
