September 1, 2014

“There was nothing lean to eat. We ate fat with our hands. We doused old vegetables in lard and homemade butter. Our mouths were perpetually slicked with grease. We swallowed what we could and even brick chunks slid down the tubes easily. Our stomachs ached and when we shitted on the floor, it was with an explosion of brownness. We couldn’t identify anything in the messes. We saw what might have been styrofoam popcorn, the angled flaps of cardboard boxes.”

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