To my Beloved Brother, Peter…He who loved me first.
PUMPKIN by Michael Naylor I am thinking of my brother Peter flung…catapulted through a windshield like a cannonball his lifeblood spilled smeared, scattered like shattered glass by the crazy thunder of metal, windshield, flesh mixed in a blender of pavement and night and veins hurled into eternity, and headlights flying at him like blazing saucers […]
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