Annalynn Hammond | The 2River View, 8.1 (Fall 2003) |
The Writer Sometimes he
believes collecting stones, placing them But other days it’s not, and he writes stories of Why, he asks, with your faceless faces, would you They don’t answer, only stare in a faceless way. So he writes a story of a face so fleshy and real, The face spits it out and says, I don’t need your Now his small collection seems sinister—too many |
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