In the room, the roots of things have decayed, and like a bud, healthy, tender— the big table sprouts a little table, the big chair sprouts a little chair. Two bookcases— one dying, one new— the pin-sized books and brittle baby glass. But fr [...]
In the room, the roots of things have decayed, and like a bud, healthy, tender— the big table sprouts a little table, the big chair sprouts a little chair. Two bookcases— one dying, one new— the pin-sized books and brittle baby glass. But fr [...]