Weekend reading
Last night the moon was a bow.
I thought if only I could place my arrow in it I could kill all that lurked in the dark.
There are bodies, selves we cast aside to build the Great Wall. Our home crumbled; we shored up our stake. Tiles, dirt, glass, sticks, the rubble of new lives. A pig’s head. A...
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