the rich man sits on the abnormally small black couch between his twin sons who, having never been separated, begin to sob. he touches their heads together and worries their emotional immaturity will awaken his old want to have breasts. he tries to think happier thoughts but cannot keep them from arriving in pairs.
a baby left in a cloud. a cotton ball pregnant with a dot of blood.
states away, his wife regains consciousness in a spacious kitchen and rubs her forehead with a hand wearing a dish glove. her mouth moves to the words of an old poem of his wherein the leg of a preserved grasshopper was used to replace a burn victim’s eyebrow.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
the rich man sits on the abnormally small black couch between his twin sons who, having never been separated, begin to sob. he touches their heads together and worries their emotional immaturity will awaken his old want to have breasts. he tries to think happier thoughts but cannot keep them from arriving in pairs.
a baby left in a cloud. a cotton ball pregnant with a dot of blood.
states away, his wife regains consciousness in a spacious kitchen and rubs her forehead with a hand wearing a dish glove. her mouth moves to the words of an old poem of his wherein the leg of a preserved grasshopper was used to replace a burn victim’s eyebrow.
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