(©2004 entire contents copyright seanbrijbasi.com. all rights reserved.)
"oh bathsheba two words of house.
her dusty feet sprinkle golden surgical openings.
greta garbo is not my sister.
a door opens and i enter like someone who--he
sits in a chair, reading a book, unaware of my theme music, turning crispy pages back and forth, compromising passages.
greta plays with her toy boats. she uses the rug as the ocean. her sunlight pasted above a map of the medulla oblongata."
From the book 'still life in motion'