People will laugh at anything. But savings are not funny. When I am lying flat, on my back, my weight seems immovable. I have ached for punishment and do not know why. I have driven through towns and wish they would explode behind me.
Savings mean that one pays less than required for something.
Shopkeepers open their hearts to strangers, telling them that inside their shops there are savings. And in response, people laugh cruel laughs. They snort like horses, like pigs. I have traced the contours of a man s face in a frosty window, with my finger, and then tried to fog the window again. I eat dried apricots all year round, though they re best in spring.