the moment he thinks surely he’s the man about to read something beautiful he’s tied loosely to a chair by his father who calls him time. his mother measures again the kitchen and again it is small but no other room can set a trap for a cage. the meek speaking of a fork is a radio in the thenar space of his right hand.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
the moment he thinks surely he’s the man about to read something beautiful he’s tied loosely to a chair by his father who calls him time. his mother measures again the kitchen and again it is small but no other room can set a trap for a cage. the meek speaking of a fork is a radio in the thenar space of his right hand.
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