Migration
from Looking for The Cantos in Texas Attic in smoky light, caution tape for the myopic, Brazos Exterminators! William S. Burroughs! Hear me. I can’t find The Cantos in the brazen of palmetto exoskeletons and lost limbs, dust reconstituting between wood panel and drywall. A window air-conditioner beats, whirs: exhalation of not-so-conditioned air and the […]