Friday, February 24, 2017
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
The Week Of Inter-Species Biting
Fist their kid bit our kid. Then our kid bit the dog and the
dog bit him back. Then (how to say this?) the couch bit the steak I was trying
to cook. That had us biting each other and the halls between the bedrooms. When
the dog started biting the TV, we both (simultaneously) ran for our passports at
the backs of our desk drawers and bit them to shreds. We tried to cry about it,
but the week was long, and there was still so much biting left to do. My teeth
burn if I’m not sinking them into plaster, or a camera, or your cheek. Even
now. Don’t come near me. I’m running at you.
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