Variations on a Phrase by Cormac McCarthy
Like the carpenter whose tools were so dull
he couldn’t for the life of him devise a miter joint
Like the mattress left out on the curb all night
Like the woman
so fallen out of practice, she can no longer sing from the hymnal
Like the smoker on the scaffolding
Like the sleeper on his cardboard on the pavement Like the rain
Like the dog whose human so loves her Whose hip
will never heal again
Like the dog who trembles in pain on her leash whose human
so loves her... Читать дальше...