Return

The statues left first. A little later the trees, people, animals. The land became entirely desert. The wind blew. Newspapers and thorns circled in the streets. At dusk the lights went on by themselves. A man came back alone, looked round about him, took …

Real Hands

He who without explanation vanished one afternoon (perhaps they carried him away) left on the kitchen table his woolen gloves like two severed hands— bloodless, unprotesting, serene, or rather like his very own hands, slightly swollen, robust, with the lukewarm air of a very ancient …