Bug When I ask him to tell me about love he channels his mother and screams until the bath water is so cold my skin feels like a work of fiction. After dark I ask, ‘Why is there a camera in our bedroom?’ and he says, ‘It’s so the sleep doctors can monitor my night terrors.’ Then he smiles in such an odd way that his mouth, his runaway mouth reminds me of a horizontal line drawn by shell-shocked hand. Bobby Parke r is a British poet.
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