“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—

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

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

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

So these are the hills of home. H… nearly subliminal. To see them is… double, hear bad puns delivered wi… An untoward familiarity. Rising from my sleep, the road is…

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

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

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

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

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

A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain

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

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