Avoiding the Topic
And the thin one, the beautiful finch of them, fears what’s next rolling his eyes back into a mislaid valley—a moth, worm without dirt. He thinks he can save himself by cutting the air of conversation but the question is accustomed to corners, lying as it does inside a man’s gut, growing on its own meal of particular logic. Watch it become a grapefruit—a miraculous child— ruby fruit of thistle. Flowering doubt.