P OE T RY
Updates JONATHAN KURTZ
On the walk from Accounting to my dorm I saw a figure on the tennis courts shrouded by a hood and shambling toward me on legs without knees and with arms outstretched, hands grasping—hungering for my flesh, I was sure. It stumbled with an expletive and I realized that I watched a boy with fingers and eyes glued to a cell phone.
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