I asked him if we could go swimming. Actually, I asked him if he could swim at all. It’s a fair question though because he is from Siberia. If you’re not familiar with Siberia, and honestly who is, here’s a history typical of almost all Siberian cities: a small medieval trading post sits out in […]
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The Thing About Birthdays
It’s my birthday, but the clouds are offended again because of something I’ve said or thought. Their bellies are full of dark-sick, gauzy vomit, pushing away the sky which doesn’t remember I’m nine today. People are talking about the moon, how there are men on it for the first time, but people have told me […]