A Theory of the Novel

Something miraculous springs
from the next sentence, but already
you’d skimmed to the end, where
a boy’s attention, corralled
in sand, pebbles, and the sun’s
slow clockwork, fails to take in
the wreckage, though
years from now, he’ll describe it
perfectly. So will you.


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