All the inches of a holiday are measured in shadows.
We eat in a way to which we are accustomed,
And we return, diaphanous,
To the language from which we momentarily paused
From speaking.
The Monkey
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There’s an area in our home referred to as “The Black Hole” as things tend
to disappear there never to be seen again. The notion that something
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