A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *

We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the

Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.

The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.

The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view

You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,

With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—

It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother

There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way

Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have

So these are the hills of home. H… nearly subliminal. To see them is… double, hear bad puns delivered wi… An untoward familiarity. Rising from my sleep, the road is…

“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.