Viewing the local antiquities

The index 

I run my finger down memories, points of contact, and flip her open like a book, right to the spot that I marked.

It's erotic, I find, indexing: For me, memory speaks; and you, I imagine, you're led on to explore varied pleasures:

Smell of iron, pink light, splashing water, a sound thwack, the curve of the world, her cries, ringing bells:

It's easy to find what we want, when we want it, given an index.

What's most important isn't always on top, or what happened today.



Fuck. How can you make a post about an index so hot?

Look, John, when this Antiquities thing is finally published in book form, as it will be if there is any justice in the world---a debatable point, I admit----I'll want a signed copy, okay??

DTG xxoo

By Anonymous Anonymous, at August 22, 2004 2:51 PM  

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