The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.

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

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

“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—

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

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.

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

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. *

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