Why is this happening? Our father once told us the story of herding camels. He would imitate the voice of a lion to scare us. This lion doesn’t sound like any lion in a movie or game. It has a whimpering hunger. It was a tenor lion.
Her wandering voice was surprisingly high and small. like a question. The whole city covered their heads. The leaves outside my window shrink and smoke. Exiles and insomniacs share the feeling that everyone is unique.
I feel like I’m becoming this fierce person. An overseer for myself, like a ballerina or a monk. Are the monks happy? No, they’re not interested in that feeling. But, I should be. I am American.
The huntress left black patches where she passed, she left behind a string. In the morning, the hotel staff would find me unconscious and glued to the floor. The boss cried because nothing like this had ever happened in his establishment, nothing. Did I not read the instructions on the table?
There was a gleam in the corners of the mouth. I cover my lips when I think, so did our dad.
The staff will help me take a shower in the morning. Now the huntress is bent over to my window, but she doesn’t eat there. She was there as a witness.
Her wandering voice was surprisingly high and small. like a question. The whole city covered their heads. The leaves outside my window shrink and smoke. Exiles and insomniacs share the feeling that everyone is unique.
I feel like I’m becoming this fierce person. An overseer for myself, like a ballerina or a monk. Are the monks happy? No, they’re not interested in that feeling. But, I should be. I am American.
The huntress left black patches where she passed, she left behind a string. In the morning, the hotel staff would find me unconscious and glued to the floor. The boss cried because nothing like this had ever happened in his establishment, nothing. Did I not read the instructions on the table?
There was a gleam in the corners of the mouth. I cover my lips when I think, so did our dad.
The staff will help me take a shower in the morning. Now the huntress is bent over to my window, but she doesn’t eat there. She was there as a witness.
