herx2 paste! Female bodies, other images and a loose narrative Off the side of a dirt road, there is a tree which two women walk past. She is wearing a blouse and hiding a small chain which traces the rise of her breasts near the sternum and slithers around the base of her neck like an index finger made of tiny links. The other woman is peeling an orange and saving the rinds in a leather bound book. The tree is filled with hands. The orange woman bites her lower lip and jumps out into traffic but each of the cars have broken clutches and broken brakes so you would figure that they aren’t being driven and they aren’t but they are still moving at 5 miles per hour and since it is barely uphill the cars finally reach a point where they stop without rolling backwards. One of the car doors open and a pile of leaves falls out. The necklace woman climbs into a car and opens the glove compartment and finds a single torn out page which is read to her because it is in English. When the hands come out of the tree there is no time for a reaction so there is none. The page bursts into flames but didn’t mention anything of importance. Then the tree loses its hands, which fall to the ground and change color over time because it is autumn. The third car is covered with lipstick marks and every window is smashed. Every slice of that orange has disappeared. The necklace woman traces the footprints and her inner thighs are sliding against the side view mirror because she is not walking but tracing with her eyes the footprints of the missing orange woman. Her lips make the shape of a swimming red swan then a red nesting swan then a red swan that cleans itself after being drenched with a shiny substance. There is glass, orange peels and leaves all over the road. Tomorrow morning it will be cleaned up by someone who loves the clear life. 020511 what's it to you? who go blather from