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

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

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

Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as

You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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