Scavenger Protege
I’m going to buy some chickens down in Chinatown. On Kneeland Street, you hear them bleat, their entrails on the ground. They’re disemboweled daily. The pigeons have a feast. It seems an end, alas, my … Read more
I’m going to buy some chickens down in Chinatown. On Kneeland Street, you hear them bleat, their entrails on the ground. They’re disemboweled daily. The pigeons have a feast. It seems an end, alas, my … Read more