scratching the itch

Monday, April 05, 2004

The Critic

I unscrewed the lip from the mouth, the mouth I discarded.
I unscrewed the lid from the eye, the eye I discarded.

Here is a doll made from pieces. The pieces hate one another.

Here are the doll and I in a posed photograph.
After the photograph was taken, I unscrewed the camera.

-William Dickey