You’re reading about a storm during a storm, and then, shivering, you look up. Much to your surprise, you find the trees calm, the street quiet, and the lamplight unwavering. You look back at your book: a mute brick: ink: paper: binding. You decide to rest your eyes. You close them. Here it is again! Here comes the wind! It’s wild out. It’s wild in. And it only ends when someone gently closes you, and says, amen.
“Wild Out, Wild In”
Recently Banned Literature, December 5, 2017
April 2, 2014
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