Robin Wyatt Dunn

(Originally appeared in Short, Fast and Deadly in Nov/Dec 2012 issue, pg 38.)

Give it a push and make it sing; trap it under our houses. I can hear it breathing. The noose, the noose, give it the noose! Oh my God it has a universe inside. Going up! Going up . . . I said . . . I’m going up . . . and who is that in there, that little weevil who is snacking on my rhymes and maps? Why does he think that language is a game, hasn’t he seen me crying? Stretch it out and carry it across the water. I feel the neighbor’s need like coming thunder.

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