Zach Pearl | THE LOWERING OF EARS

THE LOWERING OF EARS Thirty thousand locks, like colonies of commas. All those pockets and roomy pauses, where our words refuse to fit. Every question is as boundless as a shark-eye. Each parenthesis a fishhook— the worm, your furrowed brow. I ask trivial things about the art scene in Calgary. Avoiding her name like nettles, […]