While reading a treatise on zero democracy law
Little brother pushed his fingertips against
he pressed so hard that his bones
The librarian leaned over and said,
That was my favorite
The pages got wet.
Little brother felt embarrassed, holding bones in front of his eyes.
Took a first step, his long foot bones in his left pushed through and cut into his sock.
He took a knee
things I have to do before I crumble like a pot roast
The first is that I have to tell someone
I love you librarian
His hand limped at his wrist like a rubber glove caught on a watch.
Fetch me a blackboard! Fire up the projector!
If I kill a man we have determined the exact number of years that is worth.
Another number of years if I rob him or if I hit him or slander him.
Dollar amount too.
Think about that for a bit.
whole library quiet
Little brother outlining the principles of how we do what we do. His arm moved fast and shook off muscle and sinew and detritus.
You know, the extra stuff.
The way it happened was hard to explain
Have you seen an old screwballer where a man gets a
living lobster hooked up to his fingers and tries to shake it off?
It was like that but with blood.
so much verticality in the way he fell staggered
The third thing he needed to do was this:
is what it should have sounded like but he had only a
of a tongue remaining, the rest having sluiced past
little brother no jaw melted like a pile of clothing at ankle.