Death to Sysiphus:
"For Shackle and chain, with bones unbroken, never will you grow old.
Sally dragged her spoon around her bowl of thin, beige broth. Little suspicious chunks of protein floated in the center of the bowl. She…
What will I do nowthat there’s nothing else to doThere’s the bedto be made, to insert, finally,the book mark folding the now-ruined cover…