As if dreams were a language that includes the social surface / of the body, ‘signal fire’ in the desert as the song says, the / body’s lamp glowing, armpits…
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The Applicant First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or a hook, Rubber breasts or a…
I wrote about this story, indirectly, a while back. Here’s an excerpt: A new story by Alice Munro in the current New Yorker had the Hound up part of the…