Saturday, December 24, 2011


The dream only lasted for a minute. I came to in a clearing surrounded by creaking maple. The shaft of the right leg was caught in a bear trap. The tibia had snapped in beer bottle shards and the fibula had disintegrated below the teeth of the trap. Only sheets of fascia and fibrous tendons held me to the iron. For once, I felt no pain. My skinny shoulders could not contain the pleasure.

When I woke, I found myself in more absurd teeth. 

Kyle Apgar

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