Solitary Confinement Ocean Vuong – On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous.
Never veal. Fuck that, after his daddy told him the story when he was 7, at the table, veal roasted with rosemary. How they were made. How the difference between veal & beef is the children. The veal R the children of cows R calves. They R locked in boxes the size of themselves. A body-box, like a coffin, but alive, like a home. They stand very still waiting, tenderness depends on how touches U. We eatin’ what’s soft, his father said, looking dead. Don’t let the Stinking Judge Vanessa Baraitser bury Assange.