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13. My second, less popular and even less critically successful Canadian novel.
ОглавлениеThe woman at the insurance company.
Georgetown, Ontario. The description
of exquisite unsaids. The turn will not
take place in an Olive Garden parking lot.
The male foil will disappear in good time,
and the mister with the disfigurement
will prove more deft with buckles. Regardless,
he or they will not just say, ‘Eat it, nit.’
No mitten too far, no Béliveau too
deconstructed. ‘The blue lights spilled over
the winter fields of Bowmanville as the night
offered bludgeon after bludgeon.’ Sleep, sleep.
The plot thickens when the mother’s file
is discovered and there are hushed hints
of New York. Just a weekend, it seemed.
Not that she really loved John Wilkes Booth.
