someone feeds me someone eats a twig of rosemary without breaking eye contact someone gives me money someone gives me purpose someone gives me pain someone makes me safe someone gives me a mask someone gives me her back someone gives me fear someone gives me cake batter someone gives…

  Camminando attraverso acri di tiempo l’eta diventa noi . Walking through acres of time age become us    [borrowed from a correspondence]   .  .   and as the draping are curtains are draped   and the zink becomes zinc   and lazed eyes are laced threaded intwined cotton…