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ventric[k]le

my oldest friend, there’s a vent behind the library where the homelessometimes sleep. when it’s daylight you can look down through the grate to darkenedeep. at night, in the colder seasons, steamist builds there into billows, and all the huddled indistinct pull…

Attic Mantling

it’s been said they deal in arms, or drugs, or pelts of silver foxes. this is false. they simply, sometimes, build the boxes. some think they are lawyers, or a corporation—sinister, and soulless, and spidered through the network of known nations. this…