The Elephant In His Room

The elephant is malcontented. Captivityin my imagination is stultifying. They pacerelentlessly, trumpeting and tramplingtheir straw littered concrete savannah. I was told not to think of them, and they would not trouble my nights butthey’re as present as not-thinking-about-them makes them out to be because they are real. We've met and I have gently touched their […]