| Excerpts from the Crow & Benjamin Letters
2.4 caw benjamin, what claims we’ve made rearrange as sure as the ground shakes. for example the garden, shimmering in moonlight, littered with shards of glass from our sendoff celebration —the maiden voyage of the tomatoes— when we sipped champagne on the bow, singing praises for required collaborationism, we did not notice the sunset entrance of the ants or suspect they’d soon claim our farm for their own nutritious husbandry in response to this sub-hostile takeover i bury my ink with the seeds with the mounds of pens. we grew the crops to feed their insect pets everyone was sincere. simply stated, the crow ← ↑ → |
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