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In a lonely household there are animate objects.
An illustrated poem about the haunting realities of manspreading.
“It is the only place I’ve ever been where the sky eats the land and you can barely see the grass with all those huge clouds in your face.”
Words by Adam November. Illustrations by Ilenia Madelaire.
Now I can’t finish my cigarette, but as annoying as my newfound habit is—especially on uppers—, you smirk when I say it tastes like stale garlic hummus. “I think it’s cute you listen,” you tell me, “People rarely do.”