published in Volume 2, Issue 4 on July 27, 1995
I am provided new hope by the sharp straight sticks bark peeling from the trees unwrapping itself down the trunk layer by layer the moments the residual years the dead flesh cleansed by peroxide-foam. Lower the ear slightly to hear this silent language bubbling anew. Waft the mediciny aura to clogged nostrils. Probe the dark cavities. Feel the eyelids of reconstructed dinosaurs open. Spray the bones with distilled water. Splash the tarnishing of time: foreign bodies bonded where the flesh used to prickle where hair stood on end.