Cartoon Featurette I saw you tumble from the roof. It broke your head in two. Stars and robins spun around the doubleness of you. Your right eye looked up to the clouds where God was roused from sleep. And in the background, music swelled and made the angels weep. Your other eye was just an X, a cancellation mark. It blotted out the clouds and yard and filled the sky with dark. But as my eyes adjusted, I came to see the truth— This was a darkened theatre and high up in his booth the projectionist had gone to sleep. A reel was spinning there, its loose end flapping as it churned the warming, dust-filled air.   The first three stanzas of Kevin Prufer’s…