Lear’s Toads

I should have known by the chirping toads, that my past was catching up with me, that Daddy was holding court, that my wit would let me have lands, filled with dragonflies mating:   jewel upon jewel, tourmaline wings. Eyes, flashing fire and icicle tears drip off a broken roof. Consider, the cat, shanghaiing a speckled toad. I half-expected it to become   a footman, in her soft grip of […]

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