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

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

With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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