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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.