Mudlark No. 47 (2012)

Growing Up Perhapsatron

You remember. You were small. Surrounded by this barking, and hair.
There is a stream and what looks like a field. The television set simply 
glowed, off-green and flak-angled. In a corner of the room by a radiator 
the Perhapsatron reels silently to itself. Cork floors and the wall of blue 
glass. We were different now, of a grassland, on couches, under couches, 
indigenous to the zero and the whirl, casting hams to keep from howling.

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