Kirk Pinho

K i r k  P i n h o 

Dear reader,

Thousands of years ago, every bird swarmed as I stepped rakishly, Spaniard-like, off a plank into the sea. The brackish sanitarium. Isaac & Ishmael were still brothers back then, before the last war of the world. The water molecules breathed down my throat for me. Tried to resuscitate me. Told me, We never meant to hurt you. We are sorry. We warned you. Death found something succulent to drag to its grave.

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