Chloe Adams



Wilful ignorance on a Sunday afternoon

Part I the charred cadaver rotates and rotates, on a spit borrowed from the pappous down the street. melting icesheets, slowdown in China, asylum seekers drowned in the Aegean Sea. oh, look—little corella. Nah, nah, that’s gotta be a cockie. …

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