Minor Breast. Editora Braço de Ferro.

As time is pressing we must get to the very heart of things.
The area to the left of my minor breast is rattling at its cage.
Its been talking to the belly and both are agreed "We are hungry".

I'm in the attic room rummaging through the notes & scraps, boxes of books:-
"Hand Made Machines" " Experimental Travel", and what's this? "Zen And The Art
of Falling in Love"! I don't remember buying that. How did that get in there
A forgotten theft? A secret gift? I know who might have slipped that in my case
when I wasn't looking. She herself is a treasure chest of good counsel.

She told me once "to sit with the pain".
Better to ride it out now than bury it & come back and bite me on the ass later
I didn't, it did

She told me "When things are shaky, we are on the verge of something"
This I'll remember always for life & for love.

We sat with a wooden metre rule that I used to measure out fabric
"You see, it feels like I was giving this much = 80cm
and that he was giving this much = 20cm
together we made 100cm but never a balanced metre"

Recently I sat reading about Rebecca Horn. Still this line won't leave my head.
"To talk about love is like a wind that I shield off with a fan"
(from "a smile, the cage is too small for my body")



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