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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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