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This used to be a good country. You could smoke a cigarette in a restaurant, fill your tank with gas, spend the night in a cheap motel with one of those gizmos that made the bed vibrate for twenty-five cents. No one told you to keep your voice down,(more)
Knock knock, he giggled and whispered, knock knock shock. He giggled again, bent and skinny, pushing through the undergrowth. And knock knock they did, in the bag he dragged. It caught, here and there, on sticks and stones.
Tantalizing as it may be my fist will not close, my hand will not move in a pendular motion, crashing in on that beautiful green door. I will stand and watch as the light breaks upon that magnificent threshold, a shattering that can only be heard by the mitochondrial(more)