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Nutzle Drawing
Futzie Nutzle artwork from The Armies Encamped in the Fields Beyond the Avenues (p.72)

Meditations on My Fingerprints


Someone is lost in the alleys of my left thumbprint.


If I trudge far enough into the white labyrinth, will the bull-headed man prowling its corridors tear off his mask and embrace me, whispering "Brother" through his blood-choked breath.


As his neighbors watched, the Peruvian farmer high in the Andes rose from the cornstalks and for no apparent reason ran screaming toward the edge of the terraced hillside, and jumped.


Next to the explorer's body, they found a diary. The last entry read:

"Someone with open arms is running toward me over the wind-riffled ice fields. I am saved."


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