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flux 1 one was a small flower, delicate, blue gray petals overlapping. bees would come and rest upon her, sitting int he shade, chatting idly about the latest folly of the queen.
2 two was a finch, with a blueberry in beak, beating air. from here to there. couldn't stop for a blue tit with a raspberry, who only was asking for directions.
3 three was four horses, spilling down the steppes, mongols running behind angrily.
4 four couldn't tell a joke from an order to laugh.
5 five came and went too quickly to allow for a good description. we do know this much, though; she smelled like smoke.
6 six fell into step quietly with the others, questions buzzing silently in the air, telltale smiles following everywhere, whispers "pay attention! we exist too!"
7 seven was slicing pickles and prosciutto, pears and pomegranates. took one breath too many and was sent to the beach.
8 eight pickled turtledoves, too. played games to build trust, reach understanding, fall in love.
9 nine spelled the same forwards as backwards. two eyes peaked out over a cool grey sunrise.
10 ten was an underage feline who dreamed of becoming a porn star. subdeb kitty titties.
11 eleven had all the luck. kept it in a jar on a desk.
12 twelve took the train to san francisco whenever it rained. she'd stand under the bride smoking cloves until it got dark.
13 thirteen knew the difference between four and five was that four had an intuitive explanation for every possible ordering.
14 fourteen called every phone number, one by one, until she got one that told her the number of her own phone.
15 fifteen was asleep.
16 sixteen only read the spaces between the words. she communicated entirely through silence.
17 seventeen actually got some egg laying hens for christmas.
18 eighteen couldn't count past four. it didn't matter. many was many.
19 nineteen held a cup of tepid chai in one hand and either a book about the history of pistols or a loaded shotgun in the other. she was thinking about the opening of duck season.
20 twenty called me but hung up as soon as i said hello.
21 twentyone didn't speak english very well. she was often caught saying things she didn't understand because she liked the way they sounded.
22 twentytwo hadn't slept in sixty hours. she watched the sky brighten slowly over the greybrown and stained city from the window of her third story apartment. she was petting her cat, curled up in her lap.
23 twentythree called me charles, though no one ever said why.
24 twentyfour got off at eight, stepped outside, paused to light a cigarette, and walked away. no one saw her again.
25 twentyfive dreamt that sparrows had built a city on a cloud, from string and feathers and dust and other things that were light enough to float. they had a barter economy.
26 twentysix only appeared to me in dreams of my own, green eyes, shimmering emerald green dress, and always suggestive of a garden abandoned to grow on it's own plans, paths only it would now determine.
27 twentyseven was left handed, megalomaniacal, overbearing. she was only herself.
28 twentyeight had blue hair and expressed desire to travel as far north as possible, even to the north star, polaris.
29 twentynine wanted to discover a new mathematical function, a new arc to describe a relationship between numbers that currently only she could see. she slept under a bell curve and kept a parakeet.
30 thirty almost never blinked, and was a trick shot. she could hit a pigeon off the shoulder of the statue of edison while bent over so her head was between her knees.
31 thirtyone was an entomologist who was obsessed with figuring out the greek names for everything.
32 thirtytwo was only sixteen when her parents died in an auto accident.
33 thirtythree didn't make it; he ran out of time. 		051229
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