Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Do you think there's really fire in those fire buckets?

It's very quiet in the hospital. The sheets have all but dissolved. They stick to me. The doctors are embarrassed and will not discuss what went wrong. The tiles are loose. I can listen to anything I like on the radio. But broadcasts from the moon don't reach us here. The cities recede. Oh, and the little model of my home I've been building under the bed turned out to be the real thing.


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