Tuesday, February 22, 2005

For the other K.K.

Strange shit goes on
in the bars of
Juarez. Some-
thing to do with the
architecture. So many
corners & temporal
anomalies to hide
within. & even without
concealment there
is always a tension
waiting for the next
word to make its
way out from behind
the plastic curtains
that the women
drape serape-like
around their bodies.
 

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