Twenty-three percent when placed under intense pressure did in fact kick the door in. Soldiers creep on the other side of the turn. Every little thing is destined for ease. Music, be still. Keep the mannequin secrets to yourself. Remember a ladder can take you both up and down. The weather grows less stable than us. This line here is where the season starts. Spring seems fluorescently golden. Too much milk in the fridge. When left alone long enough, the prisoners began to interrogate themselves.
From A Hotel Lobby at the Edge of the World by Adam Clay. Copyright © 2012 by Adam Clay. Reprinted with permission of Milkweed Editions. All rights reserved.