Falling Water…

the folds just right around the crest of your belly, around the waist line so that you evoke the right look… The folds fall gently from the skin as you drape the clothes on over the creases like falling viscous water finding a place to rest without the sound … The trousers wear around your thighs like loose armor to protect and obscure the truth loosely lying upon your bones… you run your hands over your clothes like a rough wood plane searching for the contours of your imagination and the clothes play along….



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