Deposition [excerpt] (audio only)
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Someone put that basket under the dresser. Chose to. Bent. Kicked it maybe. Not the first time, it's spent years there, unthought of; only some time out Of exile chasing a life in the sun. The blond wood is well-stained for all that. It has held sandwiches, beer, a knife, sunscreen and clippers. Diapers. Once, a specimen of toadstool that ate that hole right through the end.