The Shaming of the True

Last night, driving home, a hole opened up in the sky. I thought it would swallow me. I thought, at the very least, I would crash my car while staring into its luminous nothing.

(Once, we were lost in London's white canyons, walking in circles, the waving flags circumventing the void. (

One day, we will sit and sit and sit and sit. We will walk to the refrigerator and will stare into it. We will take out the plate, remove the plastic wrap, and eat the remaining slices of apples (alone).

I am overcome. I am having a hard time breathing.

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