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The Deathwatch Beetle

04/28/2026 14:58h
Highlight Actions Enable or disable annotations 1. A cardinal hurls itself at my window all morning long, trying so hard to penetrate its own reflection I almost let it in myself, though once I saw another red bird, crazed by the walls of a room, spatter its feathers all over the house. 2. My whole childhood is coming apart, the last stitches about to be ripped out with your death, and I will be left—ridiculous, to write condolence letters to myself. 3. The deathwatch beetle deathwatch beetle A small beetle which sounds like a ticking watch when boring into wood earned its name not from its ugliness or our terror of insects but simply because of the sound it makes, ticking. 4. When your spirit perfects itself, will it escape out of a nostril, or through the spiral spiral / passage Refers to the cochlea of the inner ear passage spiral / passage Refers to the cochlea of the inner ear of an ear? Or is it even now battering against your thin skull, wild to get through, blood brother to this crimson bird?