from the book of hiatus
xii. I have three stories about god and one about death. How long until you're alone? When my shadow wouldn't open its mouth, light took the teeth of my ghost. Babies were heavier, then. Our cigarettes ate quickly in the dream that our eating couldn't have. Now there is a spider that can make a spider do nothing. A wasp that's believed its way into your thumb.
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