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

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

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—

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

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

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

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

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