Vise
Hamutal Bar-Yosef
1990
Immediately I grabbed the man, gripped him, pressed him to me with all my stomach muscles, the way a carpenter, after applying the metal vise to the cupboard that suddenly collapsed, twists and tightens the tool’s handle, groaning a bit from clenching his guts, that’s how I clenched the man to me, standing there, with every angle of iron in me…
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