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Does Collecting Make You Feel Dirty?
Tabula Rasa
Where's all this heat coming from?
Between my skin, the coiled wires wait
In fades of gray. The strait curves,
Like a side of meet latticed into obsequious
Ease. The tears on my forehead cry
For iodine. Even the noise of my fan
Wants bluing. Let's come together
At the laundromat and open our Lockes
To the appointed passage. Life, liberty and

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hollsterhambone From: hollsterhambone Date: August 23rd, 2006 06:57 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
"side of meet"

I love that!
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: August 23rd, 2006 07:11 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Think you!
kolakoski From: kolakoski Date: August 23rd, 2006 10:50 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I enjoy the way "bluing" in line seven both alludes to the idea of heat in line one and foreshadows the reference to a laundromat in line eight.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: August 23rd, 2006 11:20 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Thanks. I never use bluing, but I still dream of whiter whites.
xxxpunkxgrrlxxx From: xxxpunkxgrrlxxx Date: August 24th, 2006 01:07 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
"open our Lockes"... what a pun.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: August 24th, 2006 06:01 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I distinctly remember reading that passage from Locke at the "urban" -- i.e. scary -- laundromat I used freshman year. It felt so incongruous to be thinking about his positive vision of humanity while contemplating the crack-ravaged individuals all around me.
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