This is the sentence the ferris wheel spins with the severed arms on the 11th hour on the 11th
day your mask is grainy and torn all greys except for the aching red detail of that frozen smile
an untold story inside those testicles of steel now just dust on children's faces redoubtable as the
carnival leaves the clearing by the river of rolling heads yet inside this dirty frame in some dark
corner of an antique store you are still dancing.
Postponing the Arithmetic
3 hours ago