Abstract
1. Landscape
At five to nine we take the metal grilles off the window-frames. When we lift, our arm muscles tense to the size of garlic cloves. We already have crumbs in our hair. Clouds reflect on the spilled liquid on the table. A baby throws chewed raisins on the floor. Children thumb grease onto the cake cabinet. The music changes; the CD skips; it's changed back. The roots of our hair grow in the same color as coffee grounds.
Recommended Citation
Logan, Kirsty
(2011)
"The Mathematics of Waiting,"
Booth: Vol. 3
:
Iss.
6
, Article 2.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol3/iss6/2