CoefficientOnce the crash was over the mocking birds scrabbled to fill the morning with noise. Once, after a brunch of needles, the pastry brown blood and the fennel, you brandished ![]() a length of hair at the knocker at the door. Once, after a breaking of limbs you leaned from the car window and pawed at the ground around my feet like a dog at a crime. ![]() Once after the rain came to you like a blanket of clover, like a shawl of empty shoulders, you proclaimed that the future of wood was an axe. We embellished ![]() your waxing fever with polish and the electric wood sander for Christmas. Then, once you learned to walk again, the lengths of tendon reworked into banisters of clean light, ![]() you stole a thimble of milk and every other tick of seconds from the clock. The refrigerator heaved a stony thrumming, compressing air in gasps. One floor tile at a time, ![]() from the alternating patterns of worn browning cream and burgundy scuffs, got up and marched to the basement in regiments. Once you parted the gift of a mirror into two rooms at once. When ![]() the devil rang the door bell you scuttled. Once in a romance of broken rocks and asphalt you went after the redness in a robin with the left over steak knives shivering in the drawer. |
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