Half Scary (Part 1)Shane Jones
I I spend the afternoon throwing cotton balls at clouds. There is a man who lives around here named Half Scary. He comes to my door after I have run out of cotton balls. "Half Scary," I say, "how are you feeling today?" Half Scary opens his mouth and a blood spattered bat flies out. I shake my head. I close the door. In my bedroom there's an angry cloud waiting for me. II There's another man in this town who is building a chimney around himself. When the evening sun sets it's so quiet except for the scrapping of mortar on the bricks. The chimney sits around his waist. III I am losing my grip on reality. That's what the cloud told me.
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