Live Baits

An autopsy was being conducted with brutality to silence the rising dialogue, pulling out the lethal crunch of scripted history. You want the kiss of a parting grain. A secondhand face crops up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed of curtains ? They have covered all the skeletons. The tangerines, why do I remember them like juicy lips in dark. We are going to bungle together, decked up to receive the body of a honed player. Satish Verma