Poppinjay

I am a ferocious blizzard in a globe. I send the imagination of small children sailing as they see the white flakes fall on the lilliputlian Liverpool in the water. I know these bones that hold paper down.

Shake it up.

It could be soft or cold, it could be anything inside this plastic shield. All the street sweepers are permanent in their quest to clear my roads. The cars will never come. The only thing ephemeral in my existence is the boy who holds this city. See his eyes and how they start with light.

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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet