Or it can leap from one carved island of bone to another. The knife can glide gracefully down a backbone in mimicry of a feather. The knife is an instrument & so takes its identity from the purpose of the hand that uses it. The knife very quickly discovered skin, blood, & the poor. You can travel back through the history of the knife & discover the America-like violence of its birth, how it carved yokes into brown bodies & how it chose night as its uniform. Even if the law decided to melt it down, it would still be a knife tomorrow. What can you say about the knife that hasn't already been said? It is the same knife today as it was yesterday. Thinking that time absolves, spoke his name into the hall. Preparation for the vows, asked their names. At the altar, after the ceremony of sand, the priest, in Planned to wed in the giant cathedral at the center of town. The same town & the same source on the other side of the wall. This is why, when the doctor appeared, he was able to earn her light. The boy spent years in a half-dead state, roaming alleys with his xolo looking forĪlms. Him Saguaro, which was closest to the name he carried inside. Townsfolk knew him as Snapdragon & Sōzu & Graceful Hand. He ran cross country & became sinewy & kind. They were as restless as gibbons in a zoo. If only we knew his name, the townsfolk clamored. When they plastered hisįace over town, people were unable to tell whether they were looking at a person or a light bulb. Surveillance video showed his little body dancing Real soldiers studied the boy’s earlier entrance. The Bricoleur explained: If I give you a name, they will come for you.
Soon he had kites & a wardrobe, toy soldiers & a school. The boy covered in soot appeared at the Bricoleur’s threshold.
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