When I die I want to be stuffed stuffed and mounted on the wall like some poor old deer who got caught in the headlights  Not just the antlers mind you but the whole fucking catastrophe― glass eyes    mop of hair scars stretching beyond Wyoming Gutted by the skin of my teeth  like dead animals and birds I want to be filled with that special fake something―that makes me look like I’m alive―the stuff that dreams are … Continue reading Taxidermy by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko