Daily Archives: September 6, 2012

he’s glued himself to the floor — I would use a crowbar but the neighbor won’t return it, only broken glass, to chip at by moonlight; nonetheless, I’m careful near his tongue, & he’s barefoot — who knew he had twelve toes; now he’s good

lying where the ceiling was the floor, I was told we were there, although I was alone — as strange no dust collect the lintel- would-be stoop made to stop a flood — the boy above the floor, I never heard him walk