Sunday Postcard From Detroit

Went to Detroit. Saw dead bodies reconstituted and kicking soccer balls. Saw the cross-sections of a body spread to fill a room, both ways. Saw polka dots, thousands of stuffed animals aboard boats and haunted houses, and detached gloves holding outdated static vacuum cleaners. Saw kunafa and ate kunafa. Never saw the waitress at Twingo’s. She never came out with our drinks.

-this piece appeared in Haggard & Halloo, March 19, 2007


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