a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

December 26, 2003

Littlth Ings Meanel Ot, pt. 1

I am home. My cat smells like a hospital.

Nothing is out of order in the flat.

Yet my cat, his fur, it smells like sterile bandages, disinfectant, rubber soles, rubber gloves, and conductive polymer hydrogel.

It worries me.

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