Rauan Klassnik 日 20/11/2019 · admin No comments

from A SLOW BOILING BEACH

Buildings swirl round me.

Little twinkling lights. The sound perhaps of a duck, hiking up through the clouds.

Someone’s strangling you. You’re face down, searching for scraps. Shaking in a ditch, alone in a filthy motel.

A couple of philosophers crouched in a circle drinking coconuts through their bald, old straws.

You can fight. You can train.

You will get broken.

There’s no going back.

Your mouth opens.