The word is everywhere. It hangs obscenely from corners like a pitch of gremlins. It chatters between the buildings on a skyline. It gilds the mountains like fur on a camel’s back. It lays in the concrete like tiny packages of gunpowder that pop and snap underneath my heels. It gathers in the black storm clouds and all the “k”’s and “v”’s clatter and strike their sharp corners together. It snuggles at the bases of middle-aged fir trees in the twilight stomach of the forest. It shoots from my mouth like a hammer. It drips from my lips when I’m unawares.
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