Archive for September, 2004
What He Dreams of in His Coma
He can see her up there, standing on the very top of the hill, her silhouette flat against the exploding sun. The highway behind him holds his red car pulled over with its doors wide on hinges, engine still running in cylinder circles. He stands at the bottom of the hill and her body is[…] See more ⇒
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