Some people are peculiar in their habits. Some people get off on big words. Big words don't belong in this place. Maybe that's why they hang like forbidden fruit from the lips of those that utter them. Perhaps that's why we go skinny dipping under the shrunken light of an eclipsed moon and howl obsenities at the comet.
Fish sleep in the water.
They release their bodies into the water. Tonight we try to be like the fish. The Francisquito Canyon is covered in a carpet of burro shit. There's no use in trying to avoid stepping on it. No number of balletic moves can keep it from the soles of your shoes.