KINETESCOPE
The old doll was shaking her hands violently,
peeling the coating off the floorboards. Her
eyes raged, wide-opened and glaring.
For one brief instant I was certain I glimpsed
a nativity of sureness, the arrival of some
new form of Grace. Just then, someone
brought a dog in, on a chain. Its snaggly
face both growled and barked at the
same time. Lifting the gauze of Heaven,
like a wastrel child in a very old film,
both man and dog and woman
plunged into the depths of the
river - over the bulkhead, into
the deep. Some ancient East
River tugboat slowly
sliced by.
The old doll was shaking her hands violently,
peeling the coating off the floorboards. Her
eyes raged, wide-opened and glaring.
For one brief instant I was certain I glimpsed
a nativity of sureness, the arrival of some
new form of Grace. Just then, someone
brought a dog in, on a chain. Its snaggly
face both growled and barked at the
same time. Lifting the gauze of Heaven,
like a wastrel child in a very old film,
both man and dog and woman
plunged into the depths of the
river - over the bulkhead, into
the deep. Some ancient East
River tugboat slowly
sliced by.
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