Fragment XXXVIII (or, Icarus’s Ode to the Sun)
(You burn me), Chains of Crete From which I have melted free…
(You burn me), Chains of Crete From which I have melted free…
I first met Lex when we were eight years old and I had lost one of my fingers. Helen, our foster mother, had gathered all four of us kids in the cramped kitchen and introduced him like he was the …