<nurkse's "paradise"> 2003-03-15.12:10 a.m. Paradise Dennis Nurkse One thread of paradise is woven in her dress. But only one. I turn over the fabric while she's gone. And I've lived all my life learning how to endure pain, how to sit in cheap hotels and not ask, and be empty like the bottle, naked like the chair, narrow like the crack in the thin cold wall. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad