in that life I’ll have a dog or a cat and it will be the only thing that knows me, my spirit will wear walking boots thrust into the woods, my hair will be thick and understood, I will eat perfect mouth portions, have a single elegant bowl for each occasion, […]
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prelude i So here it is. Sophie never existed. And yet. She’s the unfinished vitamins. She’s potential caught briefly in a knot of cells. A handful of heartbeats. The dates on my calendar made free.
Those Environmentally Inaccessible Neanderthal Caves of Include Me Nevada Evidence of our forebears’ cliff cave pollution spreads. From way up here an irregular series of white dots. Closer examination reveals old washing machines, dryers left out to soak up some sun. If you listen carefully below the
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Hole What would Emily say if she could see the movie adaptations of Wuthering Heights? Would she think Hardy was the proper Heathcliff, more so than Fiennes or Dalton? Would she accept Emma Mackey’s portrayal of her in Emily? I wonder what she would think of Kate Bush yowling on the moors in a red
