Others build jealously like storms, and when a day dawns wet and cups its moistness, all kinds of lesions are possible. In the white sky, a lesion of violet. I am so tired of speaking, of the gears and levers to adjust and pedals asking for my feet and hands. We are drawn to each other like sinners to cathedrals. Words come in many varieties of confession, but if you come too clean there is a danger of ending up empty.
Cleanliness polishes American bodies to the smoothness of products.
Ants stitch their black embroidery on the nectarines and the strawberries and the French bread, they do not mind ruining our plans, our afternoon. My parents were not at home. The only word for bee Mme. My eye was fat the next day for school pictures. So for one night a mosquito conferred a sting.