from "Mayakovsky's Revolver" I keep thinking about the way blackberries will make the mouth of an eight year old look like he's a ghost that's been shot in the face. In the dark I can see my older brother walking through the tall brush of his brain. I can see him standing in the lobby of the hotel, alone, crying along with the ice machine.
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