The hand is a finger toy. My mother shuts the book. Instead, my mother's thumb and index fingers form a closed rectangle. I cup my hands together and look back at her. Our eyes meet.
Blackberries are soft.
Pears, plums, oranges are firm. The pig is in the sty. The apple has a worm. You're the apple of my eye . Earnings Emotion F is for Father Violence, force, the white heat of anger and dizziness pulled out and displayed.