Sunday

Just who



Just who is Franny's daughter. The daughter without a veil, without a season, a reason or a rich for gathering. For fathering . For rickshaws at sunset in the China boulevard. Does that seduce the asignifying moment of its synthetic cut, its rubaffair with the reflective cafe .... dangling the body, the danger of bodies. Kissing their roof. Husking their vein, ____________________ Go (to) the bathroom for Kriss(t)'s sake! Forcoughforcough in vain! I love thee ~ ~