
spring cleaning
a goldstone hotei, bronze ganesha (with little bell inside), and pink kitten stuffed with polystyrene pellets contemplate a green dairy case, engorged with magazines, binders, and old calendars that dream of becoming collage projects. "do you suppose she'll ever get rid of that?" they ask. each guards a secret fear, unspoken: "or will i be the first to wind up in the trash?"
4/23/05