July 7, 2009

And he fell asleep
And then he woke up
and he thought in soft voices of what could happen next
he could spear a wild boar and impale it’s head on a stick beside his bed
or he could take black and white photos of the old woman with no hair from the room upstairs
or he could
or he could
but he didn’t
and then he rolled over and his mind swept quietly back into sleep

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