Bulbous with an Egregious Silence
“while the aunties sit weaving an awful dress of effrontery / —and I wish we could be alive in several ways but this one”
'Farmhouse with a Stove' by Karl Pärsimägi
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Don’t say you understand silence when you don’t —not any silence; this silence Only yesterday the in the odd vernacular of that their side of town, saying Baba’s house fell to goats like a sheaf of grass
