Will Harris

Once I woke up with the actual gilded horns of a cuck and you admired them and assured me I need not fear dreams that pass through the horned gates, but then I turned into a yellow cowfish, flopping on the bed, and you picked me up by my small horns and flushed me down the toilet.

Once I believed myself to be a cuckoo when, in fact, I was a pair of binoculars looking at a cuckoo. I...