You are Sitting in the Kitchen,

You are Sitting in the Kitchen, Only a Witness On the table, the man cleans a gun. A boy aside—pajamas and a ragged rabbit, stuffed and sewn button eyes. The boy begins to cry, though he can’t name a reason yet. The man hands the boy a cloth and swabs and oil can. Grunts instruction.... Continue Reading →

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