How many times did Judith do just that, scraping paint from her canvas
hoping somehow to unwrap another dream, carp round her task
covetously by bringing home the claps of an uncupped hand.
Should she try a little less. Undo the doer at the door. Is that romance?
Who was the very last person she ever met urgently while night
wore itself out and hope twisted dawn back from
namelessness. Where could she banish fear
of failing which was everywhere. To test this every morning
she recited to everyone she met all her words backwards.
Dr. Lecter meets Agent Starling for the first time and
realizes he has an ally in his one man war on cruelty.
Clarice had an elder ½ sister while he, he
hated census takers and other routine sociopaths
like us daily skinning others for our newer selves.
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