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

Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”

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

A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far

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

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

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

What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…

If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response

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

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

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

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