Julia Uma Deere

November 19, 2017

Carnival of the Animals

My family disintegrated with Beethoven in the background. We had Mozart in the morning, but in the twilight we could hear it coming: through the thin walls – “piece of shit,” an intricate, terribly beautiful symphony bled through to me. The lock on my door was broken. So I built a wall but it couldn’t protect me; I could hear the bottles’ booms, crashes. The high […]