Contents
What's Down Behind the Radiator, Daddy
What Else Did You Expect
One Chant to the Magic People of the World
The Day I Memorized a Flyspider Forever
'But Not Quite Knowing How'
The Defeat
Mysterious Incident on 16th Street
Go to the Ant, Thou Sluggard, Consider He Ways and Be Wise
Open Window, Shade Flapping
Tales of the Unbborn: Three Translated Segments
Written as a Conclusion of the Impossibility of Writing About the Bomb
Elegy for a Jolly Green Giant
Victory
The Strange Green Sunday Balloons
The Beasts are Inhaling the Trees
Spring Evenings Make Me Feel Like This
The Destruction of the Temple
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What's Down Behind the Radiator, Daddy
Dead sparrow bodies rotting in puddles of steam heated
brown water.
"Just a couple dust covered marbles,"
Spiders, brown hairy and beady eyed, pissing with two
long legs held up.
"and a bent bobby pin,"
A once bitten dirty apple now shriveled to half size.
"and maybe a penny, I can't tell for sure."
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