I give him a ride. He’s quiet.
He’d sawed the couch in half.
He was that high. I remember
the couch bleeding its feathers,
how frantic my brother was,
then. He’s quiet now. I’m not
sure, but I think that’s good.
I give him a ride. He’s quiet.
He’d sawed the couch in half.
He was that high. I remember
the couch bleeding its feathers,
how frantic my brother was,
then. He’s quiet now. I’m not
sure, but I think that’s good.