toothpicks made from
dug-up coffins
a pop-up book
of sigils and talismans
a revolving mail slot
between the worlds
castigated pin cushions
weeping in the field
an invisible shelter
for black cats and roosters
rusty iron nails
bent ninety degrees
railroad spikes driven
into paper and meat
it’s a pleasure doing business with you,
antagonistic adversary
allow me to wipe the dust
into your eyes
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Author: Kevin Trent Boswell
Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.
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