Viewing the local antiquities

I still sleep under 
the blanket Lan bought me. Us. Not even mostly because she wanted her father to see the line item on her credit card bill and wonder what it was for.


The corner: 
Her window is shut; the shades are drawn; all the windows are dark, faceless, eyeless; the soiled white door, ajar 24/7, padlocked now.

Yet the house had just bought new couches and chairs for the waiting room: Red velvet, brass frames.


The Corner
[1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], and [7].

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