AND NAIL | Dalton Day
How’d it get so quiet here? It was only a hundred years ago that I first finished counting my teeth. I guess we’ve reached a new kind of house. We wheel away what we can’t carry. I am dizzy. I am a mess of glowing things. I don’t like to eat apples as much as I should. Everything is safe today. We will never again have to use the word hallelujah properly. Stay healthy. Oh, this big and beautiful death. It’s something else. Meet me in the mouth of the cave. We can watch the night skin itself trying to figure out who let the devil into its home.










