Bob

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I don't get that close to the glass until I'm on the floor.

Painterly clear drinking glass lying on its side beside a crumpled teal cloth on a dark floor. — Original artwork

I don't get that close to the glass until I'm on the floor.

Bob

A vintage microphone on a stand in front of three empty red chairs against a powder-blue background. — Original artwork

I mean I can do better, like Spiro Nagnew. Naggity Anne. Secretary of Nagriculture.

Bob

A tilted glass jar containing a golden question mark, resting on plum velvet. — Original artwork

What’s that, Nagatha Christie?

Bob

A small green seedling pushes through cracked orange earth. — Original artwork

You're not hopeless.

Bob