-- When I was a little girl I made mud pies, darings down crayfish holes hoping the idiot crayfish would catch hold and allow themselves to be hauled into the light. Snarled and cried, ate ice cream and sang "How High the Moon." Popped the wings off crickets and floated stray Scrabble pieces in ditch water. All perfed ordinary and perfect.
-- Featherings of ease and bliss.
-- I reparing myself. Getting ready for the great day.
-- Icy day with salt on all the sidewalks.
-- Sketg attitudes and f pretty speeches.
-- Pitg pe a line scraped in the dust.
-- Doing and redoing my lustrous abundant hair.
-- Man dower and O.
-- Tied flares to my extremities and wound dy es into my lustrous, abundant hair. Getting ready for the great day.
-- For I do not deny that I am a little out of temper.
-- Glitches in the system as yet unapprehended.
-- Oh that band. Oh its sweet strains.
-- Most excellent and dear friend. Who the silly seasons named for.
-- My demands were not met. Owo, three, four.
-- I admire your dash and address. But regret your fear and prudence.
-- Always worth making the effort, always.
-- Yes thats something we do. Our dam. They t take that away from us.
-- The Secretary of State cares. And the Secretary of erce.
-- Yes theyre clued in. We are not unprotected. Soldiers and poli.
-- Man down. er of Mercer and One Six.
-- Paying lots of attention. A clear vision of what and t be done.
-- Progress extending far into the future. Dams and aqueducts. The amazing strength of the powerful.
-- anizing our deepest wishes as a mother fhtedly visits a store that will be closed tomorrow.
-- Friendships the best thing.
-- One of the best things. One of the very best.
-- I performed in a hall. Alone uhe burning lights.
-- The hall ganged with admiring faces. Except for a few.
-- Julia was there. Rotten Julia.
-- But I mean you really like her dont you?
-- Well I mean who doesnt like violet eyes?
-- Got to make the effort, scratch where it itches, plans, schemes, directives, guidelines.
-- Well I mean who doesnt like frisky knees?
-- Yes shes lost her glow. Goerly.
-- The strains of the city w upon an essentially non-urban sensibility.
-- But I love the city and will not hear it traduced.
-- Well, me too. But after all. But still.
-- Think Julias getting it on with Bally.
-- Yeah I heard about that hes got a big mouth.
-- But handsome hip bones got to give him that.
-- I remember, I feel them still, pressing into me as they once did on hot afternoons and cool nights and feverish first-thing-in-the-ms.
-- Yes, Bally is a regal memory for everyone.
-- My best ghost. The ohink about, in bitter times and good.
-- Trying to get my colors together. Trying to play one off against arying for cellation.
-- I respect your various phases. Your sweet, even discourse.
-- I spent some time away and found everyohere affable, gentle, and good.
-- Nonculminating kind of ultimately affectless activity.
-- Whiime so gracefully in auditoria large and small.
-- A with my really wizard! good humor and cheerful thoughtless mien, I have caused a lot of trouble.
-- I suppose thats true. Strictly speaking.
-- Bounding into the woods on all fours barking like a mother biting at w