I read a book, am vortexed in with no escape; my face contorts, eyelids frost, breath comes short, body longs, heart stop-starts. Whos to say too much wont kill me? Whos to say I care?
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About Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations.