Hunger Where You Can't See

Yesterday took twenty-seven kids to get me to work. They were in a long row under the window, moving like a dragonspine of spoons on sabbatical from the body. And the spoons were hungry to feed. I staggered naked from bed, still buzzed, and threw them a few scraps from a radio. The radio was old and only played songs in static code. I like music when I can get it for free, so waking up medieval was magic, like finding a crack in your thigh where only a mirror can see the tiny lions inside and prowling.

appeared in Mojo Risin'

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