Tracy Jo Freely climbed a tree one day. A plum tree. The big plum tree at the end of Miro Street.
"When are you coming back down?" her parents asked her an hour later.
"Never," said Tracy Jo.
He
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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.