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

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

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

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

spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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