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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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