Читать книгу The Spoons in the Grass Are There to Dig a Moat - Amelia Martens - Страница 15
ОглавлениеTonight is gut-shot with fireflies. The whole town is down by the river watching sky get drunk on gunpowder. Every year can be rolled like this piece of paper and slipped into a bottle. Domestic violence sounds soft, like pocket lint or game-show laughter. You think that bottle cap is a lucky charm. You think everyone carries an opener. You say worst-case scenario and I am standing in the war. I am standing in the water. How far to the barge of fire? How far upstream do I begin? What do my eyes look like from space?
