Or, How To Chop An Onion Like a Marxist
Laura lost my application so I need to make dinner. I’ve been told I conflate things that don’t belong together.
Let me tell you an inside joke: I talk for a long time before reaching punchlines. On route to the library I pass an abandoned church. The road is busy. I step over a puddle. My eyes still hurt from reading books in bad light. The light wasn’…