Taking on the Local Color: Poems

It can't be said of me (except perhaps as a joke) that Iknow I am in pain.

It can't be said of me (except perhaps as a joke) that I know 7am in pain. — Wittgenstein She knows she is in pain when a dark fringe of grass appears at her window. She knows she is in pain when an okapi bereft of friendship nuzzles the other hands. And in some small breeze the sky opens a broad landscape. She imagines a solitary gleaming unicorn unwind like rope. 44 44 It can't be said of me (except perhaps as a joke) that I know I am in pain. - Wittgenstein She knows she is in pain when a dark fringe of grass appears at her window. She knows she is in pain when an okapi bereft of friendship nuzzles the other hands. And in some small breeze the sky opens a broad landscape. She imagines a solitary gleaming unicorn unwind like rope. ...