In the aisles of Target, a voice: I am a bunny,
My name is Nicholas, I live in a hollow tree, the words rose up from some unseen
mother’s mouth among the red shelves. Her friend the poet says, can I just gift you with
this anecdote. It was like some grand narrator.
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Monday, August 22, 2016
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