“My tautologies weren’t taut at all, so I
did what anyone else would do. I departed
then re-embarked. Doubled my nothing.
Climbed the frost-tip tree that was no tree
but just a daub of glue to seal a root.”
did what anyone else would do. I departed
then re-embarked. Doubled my nothing.
Climbed the frost-tip tree that was no tree
but just a daub of glue to seal a root.”
— From Mary Biddinger’s “A Coin-Operated Railroad,” from her book A Sunny Place with Adequate Water, which Danielle Susi reviews at The Rumpus.
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