Friday, February 26, 2016

reading alone


I dropped into a cold cemetery and found my soul there waiting for me, naked and unafraid. She had come from the nineteen seventies and knew how to speak six tongues and keep a fire going overnight. She took me to the river and left me there to think it all out. I decided I was very lucky and stuck my fate onto a descendant who wore clothes and read alone at a large table.

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