Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.44.0202142136530.15240-100000@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: 01 nikuko-arm----------------{armarmarm} (fwd)
Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 21:37:14 -0500 (EST)
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01 nikuko-arm----------------{armarmarm}
you open your arms wide, begging the populace to embrace you. you pull
your arms around your body. pop-pop-pop. it hums with the beauty of death.
it warms to my hand. i am once again, warm in my hand, warm with the
beauty of it. no pop-pop-pop, we emerged later with blood on our arms. at
last i came to the eastern arm to hold my warm out, my flesh out, to their
touch, their gatherings, communal. it seems impossible. i want to hold my
warm out, my flesh out, i'm feverish; there are strange welts on my arms..
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