Too Late/Too Drunk/Too Dark by Weston Cutter find something solid to look at. a red brick thin ferns... a tire —no, no no thing that grows, no thing that’s made to move or that understands "away". don’t close your eyes: even if there’s no limit to the pressing or spinning, even if there’s no room to look away : her ring is still on your finger, the doorknob is solid and will stay right here right near your next grasp. © 2001 by Weston Cutter. All rights reserved. Home