Pamela Garvey | The 2River View, 9.2 (Winter 2005) |
Our Enemies Each day their cheeks recede a little more, their hair falls in larger clumps only to become lining for a bird’s nest. A bird as simple as the sparrow, spied by the wife of the man who owns one of their land's largest homes. Her skin soft as fleece, this woman, who cultivates just the right seed to attract the prettiest birds, smells like the inserts in our magazines, the ladies in shimmering evening wear who seem to fall from a net of stars far from the grenades donning the young boys we photograph. |
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