Dreamless, xe drifted downstairs—and found a swamp. Old linoleum shimmered under a sheet of water spattered with moonlight. Ferns and horsetails hid the walls, choked the back door. Broken logs slumped out from the pantry. Gnats and mosquitos found xer arms and neck.
Each insect like each other, each human equally stone
It is all recorded, the misfortunes of all grandmothers and even the triumphs of an ant
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