even the prices had prices
and even the holes had holes in them
and you could cry all day about something that wasn’t real
*
and let the real grief uncried over.
the wings of birds were feet
and the souls of men were the dirtiest thing ever
*
like bowels. like vowels. like towels
wiping up a mess
messier than any clean
Eric Linus Kaplan 
Oddly, this reminds me of a book I’d bought my daughter. It was a book of mazes and holes. You had to use a hole to advance through the book. But not every hole led somewhere useful, so you would sometimes have to backtrack.
Even the holes had holes in them.
Indeed.
cool!