Keep thinking. You can hear our brains rattling around inside us, like the littler Russian dolls.
Matthew Tobin AndersonI donโt know. Dโyou think? Heโs pretty wide in the chest.โ The girl looked at me, and I was frozen. So I said, โYeah. I work out.โ Violet asked me, โWhat are you? Whatโs your cup size?โ I shrugged and played along. โLike, nine and a half?โ I guessed. โThatโs my shoe size.โ Violet said, โI think heโd like something slinky, kind of silky.โ I said, โAs long as you can stop me from rubbing myself up against a wall the whole time.โ โOkay,โ said Violet, holding her hands up like she was annoyed. โOkay, the chemise last week was a mistake.
Matthew Tobin AndersonWe are the nation of dreams. We are seers. We are wizards. We speak in visions. Our letters are like flocks of doves, released from under our hats. We have only to stretch out our hand and desire, and what we wish for settles like a kerchief in our palm. We are a race of sorcerers, enchanters. We are Atlantis. We are the wizard-isle of Mu.
Matthew Tobin AndersonPeople talk about the beauty of the spring, but I can't see it. The trees are brown and bare, slimy with rain. Some are crawling with new purple hairs. And the buds are bulging like tumorous acne, and I can tell that something wet, and soft, and cold, and misshapen is about to be born. And I am turning into a vampire.
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