67 3 1
|
Her voice, neither dulcet
nor sultry, but it keeps at you
as sirens do, or sleep, creeping
by degrees from faraway
quadrants of the city;
|
36963
|
“Now, touch the tree from here.” Alex looked at him, puzzled. Dad just motioned his eyes back to the tree, extended his own hand out into the air, and slowly moved his palm down, as if he was petting it.
|
107374
|
The marble, it's just there.
I can't explain
how it got there
(or when),
all I know
is that everything
is in that marble.
By "everything,"
I mean every
thing. Your breakfast?
It's there.
|
30722
|
"My dad said the universe was God trying to kill himself….” he said.
|
