A piano falls from the sky.
A quite beautiful piano, trust me.
A young girl’s head is crushed into seed.
Just like that. Things like this happen
all the time. In Afghanistan
there are three “a”’s. Ideally,
the best sentences make you feel
something without telling you what.
I won’t spoil that.
You want all the journalist’s questions
answered. Doctor’s orders.
I’ll say this once and once only:
“Self-identity is ultimately a symptom
of parasitic invasion, the expression
in me of forces originating
from the outside.”
I lie. Someone else said that.
Insert moral here.

Chris Semansky | Mudlark No. 20
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