Monkeys dripped from distant palms, more fruit than creature, refusing to dance. A coyote exasperated the limits of his cage, sniffing distance from hills he might have known. Turtles pedaled in dust. The zoo was an abrasion, Los Angele's arid skeleton poking into evidence.
(Jonathan Lethem | You Don't Love Me Yet)
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ABRASION
posted by cornelius at 04:37
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