"This is the last straw," Alma said. She had just opened the mail at the kitchen table. Sitting opposite, Walter peered over the top of his newspaper. "What straw is that?" "It's anothe ... [+]
Blood, bile, my shin chimes,
Bone ghost-clangs under grapefruit
Bump. Once, I was blind.
My future: abyss.
Watery-black nonbeing.
Now, after braking
My skates with the bench,
Monkey-barring the metal,
I am finally living.
Bone ghost-clangs under grapefruit
Bump. Once, I was blind.
My future: abyss.
Watery-black nonbeing.
Now, after braking
My skates with the bench,
Monkey-barring the metal,
I am finally living.