covered every window in the house with x-rays of my bandaged eye. "working backwards from the sky" says she follows every fissure until it's time for the stiches to come out. When something falls you should pick it up. "spilled sand and lamplight" has been my sister for a while now. They say we are slivered
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The Forest Formed Gills
The ventriloquist’s vines fled to an address on the floor of a cumulus pond. The forest formed gills. The tentacles muttered. Eat a bee. Try to project the tiniest star deep beneath this fence. The ravaged shadows repaired in the shade. The numb panorama rewound.