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could stomp through the nyc marathon in about 40 minutes flat which makes no sense given what chases it today some say this is because the Pronghorn used to share this land with the now-extinct american cheetah for over two million years others say it’s because they’re still being chased by their ghosts — generations of the doe-eyed chewing on trauma like cud just to trick the stomach and heart to keep pumping and like that with nothing it blows past me 60-plus miles an hour the short-faced bears of the pleistocene are gone now you won’t turn the corner
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By Jhon Sánchez In my apartment, there are two wooden boxes full of manuscripts. After reading “Rover,” by A.T. Sayre, I keep thinking about those stories, poems, and a novel that lie there. Existing. I dreamed that after my death, someone would come and find them. But more likely, they would be just paper. Hopefully, they would turn into a supermarket paper bag with a seal for recycling. I went to explore other of Sayre’s short stories, and I read “Missionaries,” available in Kindle, “Grooming,” available in Literally Stories, and “I’m Not Robert,” available in Bewildering Stories and in the podcast StarShipSofa. They are all excellent, and I wanted to read more, but I found “Whatever Makes You Happy,” a movie that A.T directed, so I watched the film instead of reading more. It’s an impressive career, and I would like to hear from the author himself.