olives on the front porch, in the grass, in our nets, the crates, the bus, back home, wooden floors, chairs, washing machine, microwave, sink, carpet, our wine glasses (the broken ones too), dark chocolate, in the rubbish, compost, plastics, olives in our cupboards, in the ceiling, the panels, salad, stove, plates, bowls, spoons, hangers, wool socks, terrace, page 256 of my novel, behind the curtains, olives in joe's keds, in my crocs, kaye's boots, our bras, stained shirts, wrinkled overalls, jean pockets, hanging from the closeline, on the goat path, in the village, at the market, in our hands, our fingernails, crates, the bus, olives, the road, on the scale, in the funnel, up the wheel, through the machines, crushed, paste, in the air, pressed, early morning german beer, pressed, day dreams, pork chops, ham, sausage, siesta, pressed, oil.
Friday, November 20, 2009
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