My love and I are inventing a country, which wecan already see taking shape, as if wheels werepassing through yellow mud. But there is a prob-lem: if we put a river in the country, it will thawand begin flooding. If we put the river on the bor-der, there will be trouble. If we forget about theriver, there will be no way out. There is already asky over that country, waiting for clouds or smoke.Birds have flown into it, too. Each evening moretrees fill with their eyes, and what they see we cann...
Published on November 07, 2012 07:41