Reading Distance tags: song
By W. Don Flores I am evaluating the interval. I am putting it through its paces like running the tip of my index finger, slippery with saliva, across beads of dog teeth strung in series along the gum line of the animal while she sits quietly in my lap. The texture of words is not meaning, the smalls weights and indentations they leave in our mouths as we tongue them through is not symbolic. … bo bo oo dd od oq … … ob ob pp oo po bo … At the end of the series of ivory beads, my finger slides along t…