At the Synthetic Indigo Dye Factory, A Worker is Killed
“Twelve days since last death.” The digits, painted in blue, Laugh at my brother.
“Twelve days since last death.”
The digits, painted in blue,
Laugh at my brother.
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Eric Dovigi
I am a writer and musician living in Arizona. I write about weird specific emotions I feel. I didn't like high school. I eat out too much. I stand 5'11" in basketball shoes.
Twitter: @DovigiEric
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