5 MWE--his neck was open and his adam's apple looked like a kneee

There were small harnesses, and I was told that small horses would be strapped into them. This gave me time to woodshed for a little bit. I woodshedded most of the day--at least, when it was light enough for me to see. Once I no longer was able to see, I made sure to negate what bark I had in my mouth with a funnel. I cut the funnel apart. The game was to first make a mobius strip. I next asked the class what they thought would happen if I cut it. I asked them what they thought would happen if I cut it again. This was when I was on my island of Ascension. Here, I had a cape I had made of hibiscus petals and the breasts of small birds. I had shards of obsidian. I never thought that I would be able to throw a rock to where it would sink. This is my right arm. My arm was a test model yet what I wanted toknow was the I made my head on the light iof my only frined give.

I woodshedded for a while before I put out all the laundry I had. It all flapped like sad flags. Get me some lonely jewels that I can chill in a small bowl of wood. Now, let me say that I have never seen a crayon. Have you seen a wax one. It's what I should have done but didn't. What I used to do was climb the rock wall in the restaurant. I was told to stop--but not because what I was doing was dangerous. No, what I was doing was increasingly irritating to all that wondered who could have ever propelled himself upward so quickly. The anti venin was no longer being made.

They used to make anti venin, but they no longer did. The anti venin was for coral snakes. My grandmother had ordered oranges from Florida. What she didn't know was that that box had a pregnant coral snake in it. She went down to get an orange and got bit by the mother. She asphyxed. Then that thing had her babies. It was not what any of us could have constructed. This is what was floated. That was understood by no one. Consequently, we retched into a cooler. Then, afterward, consequently, we wrapped the chain of an outdoor swing around the neck of a man who could have been a convict but wasn't.

American Idioms from le Fin de Terre

Jump down my throat.

Vault down my neck. Remove my neck--with it open, it looks like a knee--and throw it across a canal. The canal has eel in it--times, we fish for them. Times, we push the unsuspecting into the canal. These unsuspecting then put their heels or toes in bad hollows and get bit by eels. The eels have locking mechs in their jaws. Hurry down my throat because, if you do so, you will get down to my bowels where all the output from the glitter factory is. This man owned a glitter factory. Jerk yourself toward my neck. I would like to see that.

*They clothed me and gave me money. **We shot horses because they were wild and sold their hair to the makers of hats. The hat guild. The guild of hatters that met in a house with boarded windows. The windows were not boarded up. They were boarded--but by whom? Why, by a man who had a small tv under his arm. As he hammered, he caught glimpses of the soaps. Was Phoebe Tyler on this one? If she was on this one, then she might have to fret about taking care of the ghost of her mother in a church.

Spill the beans.

Spill not a bean--if I tell you this. Spill these beans. Spill those beans. The haricot verts are fucked up this season. I didn't have sperm in my scrotum. I had blackfish.

I put some of my blackfish in a petri dish. Then, I put lighterfluid into that selfsame dish and lit the entire with a homemade match. Do not bung the beans if you're going to watch a matinee. What's weird is that, when you go to a matinee, it is light outside. The beans have streamed. The beans have killed the pigs. We poured beans and beans over the pigs until they drowned in the beans. We wondered if the pigs could eat themselves alive, but they couldn't. Too many beans spilled over pigs is certainly, we discovered, a breed of death.

*I knew what the money was for, it was to get me started. **A comma splice. I had no grease left, it was gone. I did not know what epinard meant, it was a word of which I had no ready definition. This is not a grammatical error. This error is what could be called a pile of epinard I wear as hair. Our goal was to make a toy submarine out of certain materials not ordinarily thought of as appropriate for water.

Pay through the nose.

Pay across many noses, okay. What we have here is lots of noses. Lost of people are on the ground. You simply have to throw your pennies over them. We made little coffins out of balsa wood and put them up our noses. We put them in our ears and said eulogies. We will say a little eulogy for each one. Pay unobstructed through the nose. I paid upon a nose--but never though about how clogged up its pores were. I squeezed noodles of dark greaze out of my invalid father's nose. This was his payment to me. He had spoiled me when I was young. He had said that I was his legacy. Once I got horrible acne, though, he had a more difficult time seeing me as his romantic legacy.

*When it was gone I would have to get more, if I wanted to go on. **Nice sounds here. No comma separating the intro dependent clause from the following independent clause. No dashes. When she named our child Vucan I knew we were going to be apart for the next year, if I couldn't make sense of our son's name. After she ignored my slobbering on the inside of her legs I felt I should offer an apology, if I wanted to light more candles and drip them onto her window sill. The problem is that I don't know how this sentence works.

Wet blanket.

First, I dampened the blanket. Then, I wrapped it around my brother. I got a corner of it deep in his mouth. When I poured oil on the sheet, it got clear. I could see through it. The sheet was wet not with water but with lubricant.

5 MWE--the old farceur and his improbable repartee

I stepped over what I thought to be a stench. This was when my odor was affected by the wind. That table could have been shortened by removing its leaves. This table is something I inherited. That one small finch is something I don't want to inherit. She was callow. She was crude. She sat on a dock and held her head down at oily water. It was the brightest moon in fifteen years--and we won't see another one so bright for another twenty. What is the dischord you can bring to a life? Name a machine. A snowmobile. Name a facial expression. The grimace. Name a tree. The tree that was sick--and we had to cut it down though we resisted doing such a thing for ten years. She was barefaced when she lied. She was not disguised. She took a class that showed her how to make her face look bruised. She had putty for lumps and plastic liguid for blood. He did not want to be called a barber. He wanted to be called a composer. A figaro. All that's tonsorial. We had angler fish, and they provided the light.

The mercury of the dog. She drank brack, and I never asked her to share it. When she lost her animals, she was concerned not so much with whether or not they'd come back. She worried they'd come back much more crushable than they were before. He launched the limb he had found. After he launched the limb, he found that he could no longer shake hands with Busiris or Poseidon. Also, she was fountaining. Besides, he didn't know how to fit the beanleaves into the small fish. Barring the slashing of his face, he was ready to have his picture taken. Hence, she had her hat between her legs. Howbeit, never once did I shake hands with a palm that was not both clammy and greased. Yea, I had not one kingcup to give to anyone. Get this Buttinski away from me. As I spoke with a woman on a corner, this Buttinski came between us. He camped. He wanted to know if I had sold all my bog violet, when, of course, he knew I hadn't. This was well-publicized. This was nothing but a bungling of the dozens of wards I had to date.

I spy--with my little eye--my posterity. This child sits in the crotch of a tree and makes wishes. This child, earlier, had sat with me on a couch. He had put his head against my arm and had spoken something to me in--I think--Spanish. Je pense que tue est une vaste plaque--mais, au contraire, je te vree dans la boulangerie, I responded. My best French. My youth had been spent on a steamship. My boyhood had been spent on wood. My adulthood--now, this is what I have little to no control of. I walk on bricks when I can, but, at times, I look at the what my feet have been doing. I was sick of her villainy. Her jockeyism. This is my time to answer the fowl with a question. Dear Chickens--which of you would like to have me put pins in your eyes? Which of you are up for stupefaction? The gagman had to give a presentation to us as punishment. He had painted himself gray because he had wanted to be a mouse. He broke a plate to cut his stake. This is sharper than any knife. The horse he bet on was Elliott Bay. Now, this is the culminate. The culminate woman on her fountain. In the fountain was a seat.

5 MWE--the mascot's wand was the miracle drunk

A corner could have had paste in it. It did not have a vegetable meal in it. A yellow vegetable meal. The corner was what we wanted to include in a stew, so we removed it with a saw. A hollow with an eel in it. I put my heel in a hollow and had it bitten by an eel. I buried the dead eel, so that, months later, I would be able to recover its skeleton.

This was me coming into being with another person. I inchoated my throat. I inchoated around her, but, ultimately, it didn't matter. I believed I had new veins in my feet, so I went to the doctor. He said he did not see them and that I looked healthy for a 27-year-old man. (Spell out all numbers less than 100.) Next, I felt as though a vein in my scrotum felt strange. So I went to the doctor and had him rummage around. He rolled the vein between his fingers. I told him it was a dull pain. I told him it was a pain that could be described as the end of a pencil I'd been using for over a month. I had used the pencil to edit student compositions because I believed the pencil to me more respectful than the pen. "They can erase it", I thought. (The comma should go inside the quotation mark.) The doctor told me to take 3 Advil a day and to try some generic antibiotic.

I told her the veins in my hands had changed color, but she didn't believe me. I told her small red dots appeared on my arms and disappeared. I thought maybe hot water caused it? I told him that I believed wind--but only cold wind--made me smell strange. He smelled me. I said, "But there's no cold wind in here." I was what the teacher called a prime student. He believed I could have done my Ph.D at Princeton--that they would have been happy to have me. He said I chose the wrong thing. He was surprised I was not on my way to Mississippi. At times, he could be succinct. Times, he could be terse. He could end a conversation early because, he claimed, I had exhausted him with all my non-complaints. He told me not to be dumb but more distinct with my silence. Maybe wear a hat you can fold and put in your sock, he told me. I was coming into being--but not in a way that reassured anyone around me. I was inchoating in such a way that I was sure I smelled strange if out in the cold. I thought lots of magnesium would get rid of the smell. Or rolling in a patch of mint. Or drinking so much water with cayenne pepper in it. I told her to slide me in the calcinatory once I got off to sleep. She said I ground my teeth when I didn't wear my mouthpiece. I had made one for myself out of papier mache.

I had dulled my knife cutting packing tape. I sprinkled dill weed into soup. I went in with my sister to buy a fence for a dog. I did not go to sleep because my friend was sleeping on the floor next to me. We told a story about a pig. I would cook myself in water almost too hot to sit in. I believed in the diuretic ipecac because it was what the historian spoke of at not the lecture but the carnival. I smelled like a monk's cell, my mother said. The doctor could not wear latex gloves because he was allergic to them. Jesse James said of my grandfather, "Who is that boy?" And then, his brother Frank, to him: "That is just a kid." My grandfather, Delos, was the first to have an x-ray machine. But I had to borrow a dime. But I had to swallow a dime. These are chocolate-covered dimes for children. The mass in her calf--that clot of green veins--was lithoid. I took it to my sewn pocket only to remember that my pocket had been sewn shut by my mother. If I sang, I didn't stutter. If I spelled the words

An American Above-Ground Tunnel Carving

Size: 6 meters X 20 meters
Light: a tank of angler fish
Instrument used: sans doubt, a cardboard tube

The building is sandstone, and it has a small wooden door on its outside that is always open. The door is for children. Mothers stuff their children in this door. The leave their children so that, for the day, their children can sleep on stone floors. For the day, their children are put in cages made of salvage broomsticks. The door has a compartment in it. In the compartment are identification badges and chips of ice. A mother is in this compartment, and she claims to be Katherine Tyro. Her national dress could not be worn or performed without the knowledge of how to tie at least thirty intricate knots.

5 MWE

Stenchy where it could have been hung. I tied the laces of two shoes together. I knotted them. I had not one sloth, though, five years ago, I had stolen four of them. I had mated them. I have no esquire next to my name. I have managed to put an envelope on my head like a hat. My head is like a hat. First, I lay on the rug. Then, I got under the rug. Then, I ordered piglets. I had no way to defend myself against defenestration. There was a fire. The was a gleeman who followed me. I did not pay him to do this. Someone else had paid him out for the year for me. I had no bones in my meat. I had no savory thing to put in a paper bag. I had spent three hours making one grand mistake. She--who never misbehaved--could have gotten her hand skin off in one pull if she wanted to. Her skin was loose on that had. He was in charge of admissions at a small liberal arts school. He had fantastic hair but bad teeth--teeth marbled with orange and brown. In his section of the brochure, he smiled--but not with his teeth. He balanced a puck of refuse on his head.

He laughs. He laughs her laugh. He is over the hedge. He is arch. He is a rhapsodist. He deemed her incompetent. He drinks. He drinks seawater. He is by the ocean. He is tricky. He judged her unfit to have a child without medication. He drives. He drives a motorbike. He is here. He is glum. He is an unbeliever. He elected his father president to a miniscule office. He laughs, but he does not laugh his laugh. He laughs her laugh. He is over the hedge, so he undones his pants and wraps them about his head. He is arch for the moment, and he cannot be arch in an hour because he will be swimming. He is a rhapsodist, but he does not know what that means since someone else--perhaps his father--a man who tests himself with flashcards--gave him that title. He deemed her incompetent, and he could not force himself to unscrew the puck from his head.

The stooge wore not pants but pantaloons. The peach was so ripe it was pappy. I acted in mumm. I did not speak so I acted mumm. I was in the mumm. I performed mumm in the show--the mumm show. The shoes I wore had wood in them. This is my imperial cap. I wear it when I am on ships. I spotted a blue-footed titi. That made me want to retch. It was my job to clean the camp's dishes, but I did not feel well in the morning. I retched. THis is when I saw the wax that I had left was cracked. I knew that if, in the morning, I found the wax uncracked, then I would be able to go about my day as I normally did. But, no, I found the wax cracked this morning, so, right away, I called my mother, Katherine Tyro. She was born eighty years ago. She was not sick, she claimed, because she ate so much yoghurt and germ. The plates of the skull are called the facia. The plates.

American Above-Ground Tunnel Carving

Size: 2m x 8m
Light: naphtha flames
Instrument used: a key

A gas mask for a man and a horse. A man wears a gas mask. It is the one with glass quarters for eyes and a trunk of rubber hose coming out. A horse must wear one that looks like a feed bag. The gas used was not something that killed anyone. It was an anesthetic released. Men struck by the gas would fall asleep. They would go down, and, then, men with masks--men safe from the anesthetic in the air--would remove the teeth of the down passed. Horses that did not wear masks would also down pass. Men with masks would remove the horses' hooves. They would remove the soft noses of the horses and wear them as epaulettes. Hoops around their arms. They were braggarts. They are braggarts. A sheath with an arm in it instead of an ornamental sword.

10.29.08 / Watson Library / Floor 2 1/2 West

The thong you have is tangled, but the thing is straight. The thing hangs in a tree, and we throw cigarettes at it. Waste over fifteen dollars. I thought someone was throwing cigarette ends at the window, but when I turned around, I learned the sounds were tumphing bugs.

But how many brothers do you have? I knew all the ways to provoke anger arousal in a tank. I had to have support in the room because I knew they'd be able to make sense of the tragedy better than I could in a slow turnaround.

How does your friend feel about home? About an aroused answer? She had a reticence syndrome. She did not disclose the self, any self, or herself to me. She shelved it.

What do you both do at home? What was the child's impersonation? How was the problem followed? Seeman could not suggest a better countenance than the one I drew on his newly painted newel post. Can you call your brother by his name--or will he get mad? Did you spoil the trip to Mexico?

The language came on flashcards. We glued the cards to restrictive outfits. There were webbed pieces of fabric that kept our arms to our sides and our crotches tight. Does he establish an atmosphere? Now with helium and hydrogen. Does he encourage training? Periodic speech perdido. Periodic dental work about which I forgot. He fit the tooth he had lost into his urethra. Why all the testing?

They became celebrities who amazed audiences. They became celebrities, who amazed audiences that were under tables. Small handshakes for small hands. Dulled by sentiment. The wives on the side were not satisfied.

10.24.08 / Watson Library / Floor 5

They had to write about the trade they had done, so they did so with lowercase italix they had found on the beach. He spoke softly and sighed. Mumbled. He said gym was hard. He said the classroom had slick walls and cracks in its corners that showed an orange light.

Each found shell was set against a black matte back.

We had discussions about creativity in an ambulance that drove from San Jose to the Atlantic.

They were either unworked or worked. The mealy child stood before us, against the chalkboard, and said, "You know the story before changing tense. Clear. Your island cities each have an overdraft of $5,000. Clear. Your interpretations would not be agreed upon on that nearby coast."

He stood in front of the chalkboard, so we traced him with pink chalk first. Then white. He pointed to the shore of a lake we had made as a project.

10.23.08 / Watson Library / Floor 3 1/2 West

He had the photo of another face taped over his face. His sister carried palm fronds and tea leaves. She showed much skill when she danced--and this was amazing since, in the house, she had no partner to dance with.

She had to dance with a broomstick to which she had glued lace and sequins. He stood and put his forearm on Proust's shoulder. The image was hazy. He wore a mask. He carried a cane.

Two receding mopeds--we tried to catch up to. Much of the brochure had been blacked out, bowdlerized. She penetrated her parakeet's death with her somnolent sickness.

Subsequent times, he retched over his now dead mother. Sickbed death scenes were not enough. Sickbed seances. The funeral was so close to the tournament of lilies. She did not have eyelids, so she had synthetic ones made for herself. They were made of rainslicker material. She spoke with a distaste of his often invisible entrance.

Erik Satie wore a homburg, pince nez, and a beard like a black icecream cone.

10.21.08 / Watson Library / Floor 3 1/2 Center

Dialects revealed the outcomes of our romantic education. A huge amount of short-lived bodies we stepped over because we had just bought new kicks.

The financial audit put equal amounts of weight on her hips and the permit of her young son, who could not line his topp teath with his bottum properlee. Her son, who could not align his shoulders as the rest of us could, had secret shadows he showed only to Hispanic Americans, high risk students, and low vocabulary books. (Who would have guessed that the cuffs of his shirts had razors in them?)

After huge amounts of head, she foresaw a Gestalt Therapy revision of the healing arts. She was so controversial behind the fake wooden podium that she broke it. She started to gnash her teeth horrifically, so someone took a pair of scissors out of her perse and placed the blades between her teeth.

Her mother, though sans doubt competent in the pecan grove, never understood that some are clearly collaborative while other want zero to do with setting up new exercises for pubic cuisine. Butter the bread sticks with penises. He tried helplessness.

ssness.

His son, regrettably, remembers his sex education. They gave condoms to kindergartners. One student recalls seeing his older brother having sex on a heating element. His brother's partner seemed not to mind his efforts, though she often described the ninth paragraph of some obscurantist's poem as he slow dipped behind her. The gear housing of the sensory aids had rotted through because it had been made of poorly given therapy. Therapy rubbed in with feet instead of hands. She rolled two pig's eyeballs between her greased palms. Why?

Some loaf. Intellectual functioning that is more than four standard deviations below the plate we had installed over his mother's neck for protection. It was supposed to have been a boat that floated--but it became more of a rapidly established attempt at reconciliation with a woman who had moved to a lava tube in the Canary Islands.

Her husband had been cheating on her for over a year, so she got a coffee drink she invented on the spot and a dark beer for free. She cut the wires in his new apartment. She drove a nail through a wire in his attic. The nail in the wire--a few nights later--heated to over 800 degrees and set fire to dresses he kept. The dresses had been made by horses in a factory in the 1350s.

5 MWE The cook finished by stirring her soup with her long hair

It is most frustrating to whom I disgust that I insist on building up formaldehyde when, really, everyone knows that lab grade alcohol is what's used by the wretched and chafing bavians. Formaldehyde was never the best preservative of flesh. No, it was inferior to lab grade alcohol. Lab grade alcohol is what is used, and yet, in movies, it's formaldehyde that's got got the cache. What I like most about my boss is that she allows me time to speak with my PO. Your hands smell like your feet. You should be proud of yourself. Her hat had been damaged on a transatlantic voyage. Restrained by a time spent champing. I am in a stairwell near a rusted grate. I have sat on concrete. I am teasing through trash, looking for the tagged fish I had caught. A tagged fish is worth 500$ and a prize. I was supposed to have been the dump manager, but, instead, the position went to the volunteer firecaptain's son. I set all that still looked of worth in a shack I had put in a treetop.

Gargoylism is what she suffered from. She sat beneath a drizzle to annoy me. Here I am attempting to lead conversation. I have a ring on my finger that I move from my pointer to my thumb. I open her mouth and put it in. This is the decline. The humiliation. She reminds me of the Jeune Orpheline in the Cimitiere. She reminds me of someone lounging in Balthus. She boodled me. I was douped. Gouged. Chiseled. I saw that--since I had last seen her--thousands of freckles had grown on her arms and shoulders. Moles were their lieutenants. The word picture was not what we had wanted. This was another story of someone falling asleep with a cigarette. We tried to register our romantic consciousnesses on each other. Abysm. Glans. A derry, a ballad in the brick arm of a crumbling in and out building. She lived in a dome her father had built. She heard children say that they wanted where she lived. She started to grow a tree in her room with the hope that, eventually, it would burst through her roof and ruin her father's property. He gave her mother a disease. He gave his daughter a cadeau that had something soured in in.

I eructed her dish. It had been a ramekin of the darkest icecream chocolate. I am allergic to latex. As a surgeon, I had to switch to a different grade of glove. I go to hotel rooms and worry that whoever had made the bed had worn latex gloves as protection. I once went to a party--saw hundreds of latex balloons on a ceiling--and wondered when I'd start choking. My father and the things inside him--the rancors--the size of pullet eggs. I have a certain aversion to the unconcerned. I have balanced a stack of bricks on my head. Peevish. She was techy. We were in a submarine--on a tour on which we were supposed to see ruins. I gave her a trinket, but it impressed her too much. They had stationed me in the attic--and all I was to do was throw whatever I scooped into my arms into a dumpster. They had to move the ton of dirt from one place to another. He lived in a yert. He had been a balloon pilot. He had sent his daughter hundreds of miles away from him because he was certain that she was taking him on dates when they went to movies. They locked his son in the arcade at night and asked him if he could break in, if he could get any of the tokens out.

5 MWE crowbait for the corpses and sad flags

Your carping. The pool was full of carp. Someone went off the bridge because he had thought he saw a baby in the river. The bridge had wrinkles in it. Things we could not get out--even if we put cars upside down. Now the pains of the relationship are in a shrub. I went to the southeast side of it to see if I could see other islands on the horizon. Nothing. I could see the reefs and animals they house. What was it but a prank? He came out of his room, stinking of the arcade. He had wooden soles on his boots and wooden palms on his gloves. He carved a wooden nose for himself because he was ashamed of how porous his nose was. He wanted one that, instead, was grained.

I am little if not exploitative. Give me a 500 dollar check, and watch me not cash it. Watch me exploit all that I can. Watch me do but little because I cannot see the toothpicks for the crates. The carp in the pond. The snakes underneath the door in the grass. Stomp on the door and flatten the snakes. He has written many essays about the preservation of nature, and yet he asked me to dump trash in his woods. The Nash Airflyte--perfect for sleeping in. I have exploited all that I can. My father made the mistake of putting me in his will. He should have known that all my letters to him were cobbled out of language I cannot take foolishly. I made them all to appear as little flames. I was an embarrassment. A let-down. Something that should be remembered like a handprint in clay, in concrete. I never wanted to portion our time together into one long remembrance. I changed my name to Had, then Agnus, then Thickset. It never really warranted my hoping to knock out my teeth. The dock had decayed.

She circumvolved while her sister slept. The dock had decayed. Instead of there being planks to walk on and posts for support, there were but posts. Just a bunch of posts coming out of the water. So she jumped from one post to another, pretending she was improving her balance. She did this. Jumped from post to post. But then she jumped to a post but just missed--came up short. She didn't land with her foot square on the post. Instead, just her toes hit, and she came up short. Her toes missed, bent back, broke. As she fell down, her top teeth hit the post and the top of her jaw was pushed to where her forehead might have been. The rink, the show, the theatre. We were on a rink, rollerskating. We did not have the patience to rent abstract animals for even a second. Her perkiness was more of a conceit. Her thoughtfulness was troubled because she could not control it with her hands. It was more of something she indicated with the reddening of her throat. Make some noise to conceal what you aren't doing. If the meal is conjoined, then you have to use knives to share it.

5 MWE The balloon was a decoy

She would close her eyes and balance a dagger on each of her eyelids. The points of the daggers would not go through her eyelids. She would bounce. He cut the heads off hundreds of matches. He found the section of a birthday cake someone had not yet baked and put all those match heads into raw it. It was disgusting--how she ate icecream. She would load the whole thing onto a spoon and put it in her mouth. Then, in her mouth, she would turn the spoon upside down and run it in and out until the icecream had exhausted itself. Barefaced. This was not a time to be wakeful. It was when you should take whatever cobalt bottles you have and hide them in the gutters. She was aguised when we met. She wore layers. I was a posturer, sure. I was an attitudinarian. I never nixed it because I had what might have passed for a taxing idea of government. Here it is: impudence. There was an assembly. Instead of entertaining them, I began my act by begging. I wanted to know which ones of them wore silk undergarments and when. Remove all of them. Walk a jank step someplace to see if you'll develop an infection.

Choked on a rubber bolus. Tranky utterance. Time to get grandmother in a wheelchair and push her through grass. Get her to the end of a pier and then lift up on the gray handles of the wheelchair. Watch children hit their teeth. Figaro. Bink. The house was not longer what it was--it was a hut. In this corner of the hut, I make noodles. In this same corner, I wonder when I will finally follow the directions in a way that will help me to produce a feathered kite. My father and I went to a field to launch the orange rockets we had made. One had a camera in its nose, and we hoped it would take a picture of all the swimming pools in the neighborhood. We were worried the cloth over our heads would get wet in the rain. We were wondering if we would be able to restrict the movements of our necks with aluminum we cut off cans. I found weeds in the gutters along with cobalt blue bottles. I was supposed to use the droppers to put liquid in my eyes, but, instead, I blinded myself blint with a dropper. A heap of bats. A heap of civets.

Since you're bonny, let's play a game of pills. If I hit solid ones in first, then that's what I am. Striped, you are. No--pied. I had been scalded--but for good reason. I had been bit by the adder--but for good reason. I broke a plant in half and rubbed its seepings on my face. It made my face feel tight, and I could no longer express what I might have in an echoing room slicked with unguent. Bloated. Tumified. Blasted in front of his stupid electronics. He has no sense but to make his legs more bending than they should be. Her legs much softer than I had expected. No time to be desolate because we were at the beach. The trick that I had was to melt plastic against her leg. Now, I no longer believe that my behavior had ever been less that what could be drawn on a horseskin. As I rode the horse into the orange pen, the cuff of one of my pant legs caught on one of pen's hinges. The creature threw me into the tree. The tree had rocks on its branches. Someone had put rocks in all the tree's crooks, elbows, and crotches. Someone had balanced rocks on the tops of branches--and all these fell onto me. I saw a bear running across a snowfield. It was pursued by crossbow-holding things on snowmobiles.

5 MWE Bisect your prancing to go faster

He is the candor that surpasses understanding. Crucifer, say my tellings to the pillar over there. On top of the pillar was the half submerged arm of a child lost for three days. He could not say what it was that rested on the back of his neck. The glum the candle left. The perms. The sperm. Potion is not an option. Lotion is not an oltion. She was antsy. She was nasty. What he saw were pines. What he saw was a penis. Now, I would like to shave the hair on my forearms off. I will shave it off dry--with no lotion--and try to catch the hairs into a porcine bowl. Its shape is a snout I sometimes hold down in seawater. She had a towel wrapped around her torso. The towel must have not been clean. A moon mansion. Moon cancers. Cancer in the mansion. Under the moon. On the moon. Behind the moon. Moon Type was invented as an alternative to braille. That one girl pretended to be blind, but she never considered the historical punishments for impersonating the blind. The blint. Her behavior was weanly.

The subterfuge of giving me a folded note. I was in my teens, but I was not weanly. Instead of calling me a bastard, they called me a mishap of the evening. They called me in time to stare at the Nymph of the Pave. She was there, on the pave, being a Nymph. I said that we should let her in. So what of my bastardy. So what of my pedomorphism. I was not enthralled by maturing yet. I took an interest in breeding. I took an interest in the culinary properties of yeast. I didn't want to tell jokes because I did not have more than ten minutes of material. And what if that time expired on me? What if I had nothing left? I was asked if I had another name. Instead of denying the one that was posed to me, I took it. I went with that name, though it had too much of the tongue in it when said. I had a tangle of hair I had kept off her. But what to do with this tangle? I could soak it in the spit of my mouth. I wanted to see how long her hair would take to dissolve. I had a clump of it, so, certainly, like a sugar sucker, it would break down in my mouth over time. So I took to sucking on her clump of hair. It didn't taste of anything. It did not wear down much.

Too much turn to the nose. Too much periwinkle. I wanted some skin trimmed because I had just lot weight. I wanted a cube taken off my underarm. I wanted to be passed shears. These shears I would use to take skin off my body. We sat outside on a park bench near a beach. She said she wanted to get more comfortable, so she straddled me. Ten people to a room because there were that many beds. Now, berserk. Now, cant a little. The cant of it. My face is shiny because I greased it just to rub against your chest. I will take off your shoe and rub your foot against my face. We sat at the feet of a sculpture.

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There was nothing to the way I stepped into the diseased tree. I had caught a tagged trout--and for that I won five-hundred dollars. The teeth in her head looked more placed than grown. All right, then groan for me. It was kismet. It was time for her coterie to unnail themselves from the diseased elm tree. Let me indemnify you against losses. The first loss: the nudists carried towels around with them. They were nude, but, if they wanted to sit down, they first spread down a towel. This was their way of offering a small killed thing. I was ready to cut the mole off her face. We had first met in the general store. For a while, stroked her stinking dog. It could have been in the weeds. I could have been the rust on a machine. The assassin was so charmingly others. Lying on the floor. Laying the limbs on the floor. The limbs from the diseased tree had the smell of cinnamon to them. The best bait for catching crabs was the comb of a cock. So I cut them all off. First, I killed the cock. Then, I cut off its comb and used it to catch crabs. I had a jar full of the combs of cocks. I had developed the best method for killing cocks. I had an orange traffic cone with the top of it cut off.

A black hat with a gold braid around its crown. I was a member of the union of hatters. We met in the attic of an old woman's house. This old woman, when she was younger, had been a nurse. Her job was to mix the formula for all the babies. She did this by mixing it all in one big metal tub. The smell of all that mixing beige white eventually got her sick. Her husband electrocuted himself because he liked it. I had dark blue pants with black stripes on their sides. I had red gloves. I had a leather strap tied about my neck. My mother painted the inside of her mouth red. I had a traffic cone with its top cut off, and, to kill a chicken, all I had to do was slide the bird in so that its head poked out of the cut-off top. Then, I would put the bird in the cone on its side and chop the animal's head off with a hatchet. Or a machete. Once, I had a broken plate tied to a broom stick, and that's what I used to cut the animals head off. I knew not to used hedge clippers because, so often, the chicken's neck would simply fold and not break enough. The children chased the headless chicken. They wore gray pants and shirts. The wore gray flannels and got chicken blood on it. Now roll in the road. Now laugh, as if flipping open your heads.

It was night, and I found a magnolia tree. It took me some time, but what I did was take lots of lengths of butcher string. I took one length of butcher string and climbed into the magnolia tree with it. It tied one end of the string around the base of a magnolia flower. Then, I got down out of the tree and tied the other end to the back of a bus. I did this over and again--at least fifty times. It is good to put the chicken in the traffic cone because, when it thrashes about after its head has been cut off, the cone makes it so that the chicken cannot ruin itself for eating and break its legs and wings. We would like the chicken not to be too broken before we eat it. They grew rabbits for eating, but they were too stupid to hang them out first. They killed them and ate them without hanging them out because they were too stupid. The place that I went to make phone calls was CLOCK FOOD. They had a phone in a little booth that I could use. They sold horrible greek salads and chicken fried steaks. I made calls but often couldn't speak for my stutter. Some call it a stutter and others a stammer. I was told that, in order to correct it, I should draw the first letter of whatever word I wanted to speak in my pocket. But this never worked. I was told to put my hand on her chest as I sang. I was told to sing the words that I wanted to say. I was told to imagine a ball in my mouth and I had to make it spin with my voice. But I would imagine a coin and would always ululate instead.

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Get this to my bed. I have written a letter that I would like you to take to my bed. What has happened cannot be put in a tree. She put it in a tree. I have made it so that my only friends are sitting in trees. Only my friends are in trees. I have not been able to be of any help. I had a book open in my lap, but then I took a knife to it. I put the knife in some mud. I cleaned it in ferns. I dried it in the sun. Next, my head was measured for pants. My waist was taken for the band of a hat. I put my face in a liquid. I put my head in a liquid. Describe a place. This place is desolate. It has brown rocks for its floor. My father

walks with his feet out. He would like me to know that "Garbage in--Garbage out" is the main thing to know. We walked to the top of a cliff. This was when I had not the strength to even sit in a boat. They had me take the boat out to find someone's shoes. My argument was that the shoes had already sunk. This was when they were drunk. They had drunk a lot of apple cider. He mixed pomegranate juice with grape juice. He ground something up for me, and I ate it. I did not have the patience to listen to what she had to say. She had to stand for most of the service because she had something wrong with her back.

Had next to no luck.

I went to find materials for my trip to the west. I wanted to eat something expensive, but I did not have the expenses. I rode in a car--and yet--somehow--the driver's side was empty. Instead, what was there was a black salamander with two rows of yellow dots on its side. A small child had drowned itself in that bucket. The child drowned itself, but please do not believe that it had done so with any agency. No. What really killed it was the design of the bucket. And the child had drowned not in water but in roofing tar. To have a child drown in roofing tar is a sad thing. And to think that its sister had seen it happen. On the side of the bucket, with a black pen, someone had written "behind."

Well, what if it wasn't black. What if its voice was so high and strange that most considered it unintelligent? Then she told me that she had said the same thing. But did you think

the same thing, I asked. The kid is a brat. I walked through a crowd because I had been in my room most of the day. I took pictures with a camera I had bought at an auction. I had outbid many people--all so I could take these pictures. It was on a bench next to someone. I had my lips clamped because the smell was so

bad. I had all that I wanted.

I wanted to know what this person had ever made--beside outfits. This person really seems to make only outfits. I would like to see her make something else for herself. I would like to have pants that are much more worn. A worn hat. I do not know who wore this hat. I am the one who is wearing the hat. I wear the hat because I do not want anyone else--when I am out--to see most of my head. There was a raincoat I found. I found it under a box in a field. I had come across a box in a field, and, when I lifted it up, I found a raincoat. My first idea was to get it stuck in a tree. Then, I tried to keep it on the bottom of a river with a rusty typewriter. He has not called me in over a month, and that pleases me. After all, all I ever do is what he considers mindless work. For me, though, it requires a lot of my energy. She had not yet developed an easy style. Her writing was not fun to read, but she had never mixed concrete or tried to get it plastered to the side of an interstate. The designation was not for them--it was for the government. See.

You can see the crowd from this far away.

We will hike up, but on our way down we will fight with each other. Let us inspect our underarms for bleach. This is where the sperm whale killed himself. The stink. What they loaded onto trucks fell off on the interstate. And it stank for months.

5 MWE a dangerous catamaran hilariously placed

A broken femur. A banyan tree. A dead person sitting on the roots of a banyan tree. It is possible to be dead and still sitting. It is possible to be dead and still in the process of lying. He told me about two of his near death experiences. I didn't believe either of him. I spoke of going to Alcoholics Anonymous meeting with my fathers. I would help make the coffee and take out the seats. I once went to an AA retreat with my father. It was at the beach. I read a book about being lost for 76 days at sea. I beat everyone at Jenga because so few hands around there were steady. My father, when he walks, points the toes of his feet out. He is a narcissist. After he visited me, he was unable to leave his room for five days. He pissed and shat in plastic bags. He could not leave his room. When he visited me, he walked me to school and showed me how to tie knots. He fed me the cheapest food. He made an endtable and then, later, kicked me over it. I heard something down the hall. I had my door cracked open. I had my elbows on the carpet. In the morning, my elbows were still red. He had died under a banyan tree, and we held his services at the beach. The beach did not smell good that day. I found a piece of coral that must have been launched off the top of a building.

He was not comfortable enough to do anything. A daisy. Some goldenrod. A plucked silversword. We weren't supposed to be on the golfcourse at night. We broke open glowsticks and doused balls with them. We weren't supposed to ice skate on certain days. For the first time, I got hockey skates. He was so fat, when he laughed, he moved all the bleachers. He ruined his expensive shoes to impress me. He wanted to impress an menace that was present. He considered me a menace, but his mother plead with me to call her Alberta. I refused, so she broke a porcelain dish and used it do cut the evening's steaks. We put up a tent in the basement, and, inside it, sniffed things we shouldn't have. She didn't give me a cadeau because she was too self-conscious. He had the odd sensation that he could burn it over and again. Touched an oven. Had the odd sensation. Her speech was full of dactyls. She often inserted a full stop. Not one part of our bodies ever touched, so I started to despair off the side of the interstate. I wondered when we would see each other again at first--but then I became distracted by a motorcycle accident and two women who should have died in it.

He preferred the sound of the ratchet to her moaning. Always moaning about some kind of aloneness. It was exhausting, though he took exception to any use of the word exhausting. It was horribly exciting. Was it? Was it really that horrible? It wasn't that it was horrible. It was that it was exciting--and--with that excitement came an attendant horribleness. He had a front tooth chipped. He smoked cigarettes, so he really got grime in that front tooth chip. The wearing of a straw porkpie hat will not be tolerated in this home. His hat has a dark band of sweat. He would like to know how long it would take to feel catharsis. I tell him that better eulogies are on their way. My favorite thing I have ever heard. I have never heard anything better than better eulogies are on their way. It is just the thing, and it makes me feel as though I have just thrashed a childhood friend in the warm shallows of the beach closest to the house. She gave me a switchblade. I had begged for it. I also wanted a medallion. When I was a child, over and again, I drew badges. I made gauntlets for myself out of toilet paper tubes. I hated the bell choir, but I liked the heft of the big ones when I knocked them.

5 MWE a biscuit placed

An excitable child. One of them was obese and had a skin disease. She missed a few days. First, he told me he was from New York. Then Connecticut. He let me into his house to show me his dog. He had sealed it in a cardboard box. I had trouble getting out of the driveway. I was to take the three of them to the open pool hour that night. There was a child. There was an animal. We killed a wild pig. We shot a donkey first and left it in a ditch. Then, wild pigs came to tear it apart. After that, it was easy to leave a car idling while we got into a yelling session. My point was that no one should have taken a picture. To me, it was obvious that that was the wrong thing to do. She had a lankness. A leanness. I slipped and fell on my hip. I ruined the bottom of my car by going over the construction too fast. My father bought a sailboat that seemed to be made of styrofoam. We took it out on a day that was too windy. Capsized nearly right away. I found a broken car in the forest. I helped him move his books from his college office to his electricityless shack two-hundred miles upstate. He often made fun of the way I spoke. I shelved books on the first floor only to be painted green.

Wretched. Not allowed to act. Left to lift the heavy stones. Left to dispose of the grills. They sat out and sang the songs they knew. The one child had awful dandruff, and the other children encouraged him to wildly scratch his head. It was easy to moisten the kitchen rag, wind it up, and use it as a whip. What animals were out there? There were bears and salamanders. Centipedes. The child was bitten by a spider. A spider bit the child. The child's flesh decayed. Such a creature should never be released near a river tainted with dye used in the coloring of vests. The vest had a patch on its breast. We wore vests when we went to the meeting. The first thing we were supposed to recount was a tragedy. What had happened was that I had pushed another child into a canal. He came up for an instant--covered with mud and with an eel around his neck--before he was pulled by the suck back down. The thread used in the vests was gold and silver. The dye from all this ran off into the river. If a child were to drink the water, then she would probably look for the tree that has a painted white line in its branches. That is how high the flood got up over one-hundred years ago.

He had the saur about him--something huge. Something with stippled skin brought about from too much leathering. The party took place on a first floor. Most of the people looked for a back deck but never found it. She--a monster--could have been tricked into buying a moped. The seat of the moped flipped back and revealed a compartment. An unregistered pistol. An amethyst. A geode not yet split--a thunderegg. I am not one to suffer fools, she told me. I asked her where she first heard that expression. She looked insulted. I told her that I did not mean to insult her. I simply wanted to know where she had first heard that expression. She turned away from me, and I saw that she had a knot of veins raised on the back of one of her calves. That detail made me want to grab the metal instrument and bury it where no professional would be sure to find it. I told her that I do not suffer fools well. I told her that I do not suffer fools if they are asking me to join them on a lake trip. I told her that I do not suffer fools when they show me their back molars and ask me if I see anything infected or sparkling. She said she had never taken an English class. Much more interested in pathogens. Well, do not allow my presence to be pathogenic, I told her. I was a suffering fool, and I could see that she was about to reject my presence.

5 MWE The blackguard, the rodent, and the rockfish

The buvette was too dark to see inside. The floor smelled musty--as did all the tables. A tree grew in it. She was waspish. She had not bathed in several days, and she made sure to tell this to all of us. The floss in the mouth. He never dried his hair after he got out of the shower. He would dry off his whole body, but not his hair. He would stand in front of me. Red up his face. He said I could borrow his bike. Dilatory. Time dilated. This is when I was not intelligent enough. I had a difficult time putting three sentences together. He could not write a paragraph. He did not have an easy style--something that could be called journalism. He wore leggings that had gold thread up their sides. His father had considered jumping off. His father made a list of what he wanted and then waited for it. His father walks with his toes pointed out. When his father was young, he had spent a lot of time waiting for his siblings. He would sit on the roots of trees and eat persimmons. His father ate salvage mushrooms and canned pineapple. The man ate rice and beans and told his wife that he didn't like the smell she left on the couch. He trimmed his eyebrows too short often. He would end up next to a small cage full of too many green birds.

It was not drama. It was pageantry. I heard a sneck, so I looked up. Saw him holding a homemade weapon to my neck. I was to put gas in the van while he palmed the weapon. I was part of a performance. I was to sit and read while my friend played drums hooked up to waving amplification. Many of the people in the audience laughed at me--and not because I was reading something that was meant to be funny. They laughed at my pretension. The pretense of it. She was not talented when it came to writing. She did not write much, and what she wrote was not cohesive in the least. She was not one to touch a hot bit of metal. She heated up a knife on the electric coils of the stove. She heated it up and held it against her leg to leave a line of a mark. A roar. A rout. A rut. She was exceedingly snide as she ate dinner in the window. Just the other night, she had eaten with another person who had never driven a car into a river. Windows are down. She had an awful tattoo of a bird. She had an ounce of metal she kept in her pocket. The blind man was not aware of the tattoos he gave, but they were much sought after. Usually, the tattoo artist is the one who moves the metal pen. But this other tattoo artist refused to move the pen. He just held it, and it was up to his subjects to move under it. The people had to squirm themselves under him. He just held.

She passed me the snips because I wanted to cut something off. Essex, who could not say certain words because of injuries done to his mouth, asked aloud what kind of tree that was. The tree, which did not exist outside that one block of property near the defunct train, smelled to awful to stand under--even if you were desperate for shade. A little inane. A little insipid. I like most the writing he does after he has done something. I do not like what he writes when he just stews. He writes too thinly about the abstract. We found a can underneath the floor. I attached myself to the wall. We got the wrong bolts first and had to go back to the store. Before I died, I wanted to see a rib of mine outside my body. I wanted to have it until it yellowed. I wanted to scrape out some of my own yellow poppies and put them in my mouth since all I saw were wires. There were wires, sure, but what if I shot a flower into the sky with a rubberband. My mother had to put the rubberbands she got for our business under lock and key. My father put a nice bruise into my mother. Internal bleeding. The giving of a bizarre disease.

5 MWE the darkening gave us the most trouble

She wore a brunchcoat, so she was mostly undressed. Kudzu outside. Banana polka. Mongeese. The mongeese are out at night and the snakes in the morning. She picked me up perfunctorily. No feeling. He was seeping a little. He should be more careful when he seeps. Although many of the takers had stains on their hands, they still lined up for their chance to taste what was called the invisible sauce. He was not helpful on the dock. He dislodged his body from the wharf when he learned that his lottery ticket was made of mostly cotton. She had a collie dog, which was missing one of its front legs. She slapped her brother who never knew the difference between a solo and a duet. She slapped her brother, who was much to late to even pet an animal. The day's creature was the snake. This is what I thought: discord. I had waited for some time, but, really, I never thought that I would get to meet the person behind the hanging rug. As it turned out, he wasn't friendly. He was, however, attractive. He smelled of the lawn. I was yoked to another contestant.

The guyer joked too much with me. He was a blackbirder. He had stolen children. He put them to work on an island. The was a Phallic Rock, and the idea was to get your picture taken touching it. Or not touching it. Slouching away in disgust. Running away in distrust. We cleaned out the second floor as we did the first. We found cases of silverware. Odd things pressed in tin. Jade grapes. Lots of jade grapes. Porcelain white dogs with metallic ribbons streaming all over their body. The point was for me to hurry up. He ate the Captain's Salad for lunch. Don't be a milksop. The dead branch that's in the tree and waiting to fall is a widow maker. I let myself into my room. I went down wooden stairs. I had locked myself out of the laundry room, but I managed to let myself in with an bent apart coat hanger. There was a dictionary in the bureau and some photos from the winter previous. The Lifties had to sit in a cold shed for seven hours. They were given unlimited chemical heating pads to put in their boots and gloves. The cheapest one to buy came in thirty. We stole hair dye to dye our hair.

She was much too flossy. We ended up in a treehouse, and its floor was made of wood. Her hair smelled of cigarettes, and a sequin got caught in my teeth. There was a bright light attached to the top of the building. It projected out to a field. If we kept our bodies close to the wall of the building, then we were in the dark. She told him that he looked like a man on the back of a book. She had what was called a not to the point aspect. The room had furniture found at a thrift store in it. She had made drawings of boxes exploded. Not at all interesting. Not at all anything by pretense wrapped in what's derivative. We got on the car's hood with the intent of destroying it. Before they kissed, he was polite enough to warn her that some of his back teeth are missing. Do not be alarmed by the gaps. The drinks he bought were for himself and no one else. He had holes in his sweater, and, on the recording, his only job was to sing the cracking back up. It had been a long while since he had last driven a car. I asked to me let out. I went in the woods and found a hammock. It was made of canvas and full of needles. Someone was next to me and then under me. Maybe a little too serious. Maybe a little too pendent. Pendant?

5MWE colic was easy to pick up that day

This is your flophouse. Sorry to disappoint you, but your tapestry is not ready. You will have to wait another fifteen years. The boy was on the floor of the airplane when it rolled. He did not mean to be flippant when he answered his friend's incoherent letter. It really made little sense. He had found it taped above his door with black tape. He wound tape around his middle. He glued his containers shut because he knew he would not need them for a long time. They met in the art museum to learn about art. They watched slides and took notes. Some of the people there were artists, but others were more interesting in being in a warm place for two hours. He followed the directions closely but still became lost. He was on the pond of ice. There was a tap. A throw. He was arch. Do not clap the dog on its back. If you do, it will bite. Go over the bridge where they once threw the baby off. Ride the bus for most of the day. Ride the bust for most of the day. I would like to complain about the color of the water in the fountain that is on the corner of the vacant lot no one ever thought to manicure with anything but a spice garden. He held tomatoes he had made. She was on the dais, and tired. He was on the bench. Here, the openings of gates. He was proud of himself when he opened it. That gate.

The nepotism was as thick as gravy. Yes, that was a word that he knew. He worked at a dump, but he salvaged whatever he could. He made a plywood room next to his dump office. In this room, he put all the things that he saved. Some of these things worked fine--a bike, say. Others of these things were but a washer away from working fine. Or a twisted bit of wire. But the gravy kept him from a better position. There was a horse standing on the top of a building. We did not know how to get it down. One of us suggested slaughtering it in the sky. Right next to beams that shot down. We couldn't have choked on our meals because we couldn't make as many sounds. We were people who had the throats of chimps. The offspring of a famous person. Dive under the wave. The number was printed on the back of a plate. The number was the one that told her where she'd buy her next wardrobe. She was disappointed because it would be got on the cheap.

Remember when we had to make the formula for the babies in one bog tank? To test its warmth we put out whole arm in. I like my job. My boss is great. She takes me out to lunch. She does not mind if I am on parole. She does mind that I meet my PO at a time that does not conflict with my work. 4:30, say. She doesn't mind if I have to miss work because of court every once in a while because court is every once in a while. But she wants me to meet my PO officer at a time that does not conflict with work because I have to meet my PO so often. Your hands smell like your feet. I hope that makes you feel proud about yourself. He pays the entire fare, but he rides for only half the time. It makes him like an aristocrat amongst us. She lets us go an hour early if we've done our work for the day. I could get you such a position so long as you agree to inflate my bed and welcome me into it. I would like you to put sage in my sheets and clip the hair around my ears when I sleep.

5 MWE From the rest of the grind

The seat was too high. Lucky for me, though, the seat was on mud--so all I had to do was wait for it to sink. Her smell might have been what I expected. I had looked for rubber tubing but couldn't find it. The strawberries that we had fermented a little so we turned them into jam. The trailer we were in was silver and shaped like a pill. We went to colonial Williamsburg. This was when the sun was up. This was when the night was something I had to learn to see in. We had a cooler that had illegal things inside it. I spoke with everyone at the dinner table for three hours. Then, finally, exhausted, I asked them if I could leave. I put myself to bed, but I still heard them through my walls. I couldn't help but to pretend to still converse with them. I had the opposite of what must have been an imagined malady. I really was sick. I had to sick on the side of the interstate. I wondered who cut the grass. My grandfather in a large leather chair. He has a bed in his office, and I am under it. I am hiding. I hear them call him Dick. I would like to know if what I have seen will ever get me a profit. I would like to know what I have learned. That I am not ready to work outdoors should not be a revelation to you. The machine split logs hydraulically.

Both of his parents were from Arkansas. His father woke him at three in the morning to practice the piano. He should have done it earlier. His idea was that we would clean windows in rich neighborhoods. We would ask a dollar for each one. His idea was that we would breed German shepherds. His idea was that we would hide a camera in plants to catch who had been stealing from us. Her response came to me much too quickly. I wondered what, for once, made her respond to me in what I thought was the normal time. I dug a trench around myself. I was unsure as to what I should eat. I had never seen what was on the plate in front of me. Her chest was a plate. I was too small to operate the vehicle. I was not strong enough to operate the vehicle. I very much regret having rented out the lower pasture to the snowmobile concern. She is known in the area for taking people to court. She is one to step in the green excrement of geese. She brought me to the lake and expected me to get in. The water was cold. The bottom, slimy. I was much too young to know how to operate anything set on the more adult settings. The deck overlooked the woods. We rode in the back of a 1950s Mercedes convertible. My favorite was when they threw rocks at us in it. I wondered how long it would take to become proficient in the manner of speaking I wanted to learn. These words would stink.

She wore an old softball tshirt and a dress. She tucked the shirt into her dress and she was number fifteen--a powerful number in the kabbala but not in the batter's box. She was afraid of whatever came from another human being. Each human was being rude. Each human was being stubborn. Each one was on the road but wasn't buying anything. There were stalls, and each one had a different vegetable to buy. He put his hand roughly on my neck and asked me what to think. There was another hand in my armpit. One on the back of my neck. One on my arm. When my bed was invaded by him, I looked out the window and saw what must have been an alarm on the side of a bank. Both the sidewalk and the street had snow on it. No marks in the snow. It was sidereal. It was of the stars. The park was so vast, and I was stuck in it for so long, I eventually had to learn how to read the stars. I spent much time in the park. A man played with his dog in the park. I watched a man play with his dog in the park. He would bounce a blue ball, and the dog would catch it. This happened repeatedly, but then something unusual happened. The dog lunged for the ball and then fell to the ground. The man leaned over his dog. He put one had on the dog's chest to pin the creature to the ground. With his other hand, he reached into the dog's mouth. I saw him leave the dog and run to our house. He knocked on our door, and Mother answered. He asked her if he could borrow a kitchen knife.

5 MWE decrease your trampling before you befriend me

The extensiveness. How wrong it was for us, how wicked-hearted. He did not open a box quickly. He would often take three days. He had a sheet rock knife he used to cut through cardboard. He condoned defeat when it rarely suited him on the beach, which wasn't made of all silica but had a lot of plastic in it. A large portion of the world's sand is not plastic. Not a loophole, a hoophole. That is, it is something for you to go through--but it's also a hoop. Another hoop to go through. The hoop was magnetized on its inside. Did you close the flue? Before you left, did you close the flue? You didn't. Perverted. Off to the side. Bespectacled with something made in the dump. She was too lax with me, but that's what I had looked for in a person. I had looked for that and found her. We packed the car and left at night. We listened to something on a tape about lions. They were friendly at first, but, later, the took apart that entire family. They had set up a zagreeba around the campsite. Amazing how that little fence, that little zagreeba of twigs, is often enough to keep out elephants. A creature ran through our camp.

She retroflexed me while I was asleep. Against my wishes. I went to a party where everyone ate too many strawberries. I knew how to imagine what was in their stomachs, and what I saw convinced me that I had not been kind enough to the men that I had met at that tiny busstop. Who would have known that one of them would become a turtle egg poacher. Another learned to order things at a restaurant in a charming way. I did not feel strong enough to lift bags of marbles. These were big bags, and if I were to drop them, I was certain I would never get called back to sing for Jerimp. Jerimp was not intelligent. He was not responsible when it came to anything except getting me on time to my haircut. I had a standing appointment for every other week. When I sat in a seat, I was shocked by how much cardamom I smelled. Where did this come from? I was to ask the mother of the five children how she got them. She said that, five times, she had been looking for something else. Would you open a louvre? What about jalousies? The ends of them must have been aluminum, for they bent so easily.

We played naughts and crosses for our worthwhile lives. Her speech was not measured, but her income was. She gave me a bit of money every month--just so long as I didn't mention what I knew about her hair products. I knew what she put in them before they sold them. Not all of her income was steady. Some of it had to be found in grain silos. Some if it could have made a doorknob a little too slick. Be in space. Wrap your hand in plastic. Look for space. Don't be pathogenic around your children. Take a song and change most of it. Stand up and sing it in the place painted white. If you were to turn, then you would see a large organ painted white. The rule is that you have to wear red gloves to play that organ. The rule is that you have to wear red gloves to touch her. Before she touches you, she will want to blacken her hands with soot. She will want to walk in a gulch and belch. I did not like how she sold all that I had made privately. All that--I had intended to throw it in a river. I had wanted to lift something--but I couldn't place it. Sounded like he had just awoken. Terrible, ugly, shocking. I was too necessary to the operation to be called a remnant.

5 MWE cramped in a tablecloth you should have laundered

I was not skillful when it came to handling the casks we had stored under the house. They were ungainly. I stuffed myself between two trees, and what resulted couldn't have been any more earthy. I was told not to speak with her anymore. This was because she had turned her eyelids inside out. I'm sorry, but I was unable to meet her at the library today because, really, I lost my way on the most obvious street. There were sculptures in the park. I found writing. Tankage. Tonnage. I was living in the residence illegally. I was an illegal sublease. A spider's venom rots flesh. I simply put the legs of my bed in juice glasses. This, to prevent spiders from crawling in my bed. Was the torpex we found an explosive? We found a fire, and we couldn't put it out only with fog. She was allergic to chocolate. She was allergic to ozone, so we made her a special bread. I will not report anything in a satirical manner. When my history lapsed, I felt so much more comfortable around those in my workshop who couldn't read my handwriting.

Little wild plants. Snowpeas. We were lucky we had vacant lots on either side of our property. She entered the building painted violent yellow. She thought that, if she were to buy five tickets, she would have a much better chance to win the lottery. Her winning tickets. Yellow wild plants. Purple wild plants. Wild Columbines on my great grandfather's grave. My grandmother showed me where my great grandfather was buried. She could not walk well on her own, so I gave her my arm for balance. I gave her half my body as a cane. She led me through the cemetery. She led me right over the graves of other people. I tried to pull her over more to the paths, but she continued to lead me right over graves. This is not what I had intended. She was on her porch. She would ridicule just about anyone who walked past. She always made fun of appearances. She could be cruel when it came to any irregularity of the face. I had a hand spread. I lagged behind her because I did not want to hear too well what she had to say. She asked me something in a tone sycophantic. I halted but didn't hesitate. I knew I'd have to go to the dentist soon. I had to prevent liquid from spurting out of my face. She had a dagger. She had a handcart.

She wore shoes that were easy to slip on, and she stood on a hose. He had tomatoes he had grown in his hands. We set our tent on a hill and dug a trench around it. We had string up. We had tinsel. Though she couldn't remember when she had last shouted across a gulch, she did know how to tie all the knots found under K in the encyclopedia. Her home could not be seen from the road because she had put up so many blankets. What she often put up didn't stay up for long. Especially string. It was now that she became frustrated with everyone on the street. She could have released a bag of bees on them then, but she didn't. She found a marble room and sat on a bench. She saw that old bits of metal moved toward her. They wanted a pet. She went back to her hose and her man with the tomatoes. They were all unintelligent. They all knew how to spell, but they couldn't tell you which was was east. And don't even ask about southeast. The spoke French. She was embarrassed when she found her pygmy goat out of its cage. She would like to get a small sheep for it. She would make the goat's clothes out of wool, and she would feed the sheep milk from the goat. She would pet them both on her porch and wonder how long she should leave her dried beans overnight. A hideous occasion she knew was coming.

5 MWE a father scudded over the waves

Our home was static. Nothing in it moved--not even us. I wore black dancer's tights. I wrapped plastic tubing around my arms and tried to fit objects in my mouth. First, I lit the humunculus. Then, I made something of an embryo with ferns and rusty bolts. It smelled of metal in my hands. I gave out trinkets because I had made them. My job was to set whatever had been wronged right. I started by reupholstering the chairs. I had learned to do leather work. I did not hide behind the donkey because, today, I had caught my allotment of fish. The other day, I had had to hide because I had not caught enough fish. And what I had caught was much too small to feed an entire schoolhouse of children and mice. I told my darling that I would have to leave because my stomach ailment had worsened such that I forever craved porcelain. I felt cold, so I made a sweater for myself. I did not know how to buy wool so I made my sweater out of plant tendrils. I sought her help but did not find it. Instead, what I found was her veil--one that I had given her--in an empty room that had a For Rent sign in its window. Do not be brattish. You'll get your turn at the machine.

An eelworm. A nematode. The boys on the wrestling team got ringworm on their faces because of the rancid mats on which they gamboled and writhed and dreamt of rope fights. I had brass on my bed. I had nickel on my dress. She wore a dress that, on its hem, had lead trinkets. She wore a hat that had metal charms dangling off its brim. She bought a large container filled with dates and ate most of them before going to whatever was most fashionable that season. I was not ready for anything painful. And yet what I got was painful in the extreme. An outpouring of garbage on my hands. I could not raise my hands above my head because they had so much garbage on them. I found a fan--someone very supportive of what it was I was feigning. I had an outflow of flux. I had a bandage on my arm because I had just given plasma for forty dollars. Now I had enough money for a bike. I wanted a bike because I wanted to put test animals in my tires and ride around. This was a splurge for me. I had never owned such rapid transportation. Once, though, I had sat in the back of a car that had leather seats. They creaked and were a little cracked. I saw that the driver was aglow, so I asked him what made him so pleased. He told me he had caught a tagged fish, and that that catch had made him 500$.

He didn't have faith. He had faithery--it was all fake. A pretense. And what did he have faith in? He believed, full-hearted, that if a dog were to bite him, it would immediately let go. Same with a snake or an eel. A komodo dragon. I was certainly not handsome. Adonic. I was homely. I had scars on my chin. I had hair in the wrong places. The smell that came out of my mouth would not be attractive if I were to go tango dancing. So I hid. I got under a structure and hoped I would not be found. I found a sweaty man in a field at night. I tried to wake him, but he wouldn't. I asked if he was okay. As always, we shared what we had dreamt. She was in it this time. We looked for symbols. The only symbols that counted were ones that had not been made by a building renovated for the surge perceived. Chilly. Wintry. Gelid. Ways to describe a night with me. Here comes the decline. The decline angled down into the ocean and into an ancient trench. The submarine, on a line, trailed a styrofoam cup. The pressure of so many fathoms about it shrank it. Take it to third grade.

5 MWE Stir the bog

Very little was disappointing. I would degrade myself--but in a way I could tolerate. The road smelled pink. My prescience had left me. My mother has never been called stocky. Though I strained through the morning's exercises, come afternoon, I had a glaze on my face that betrayed my keeping a ten year old secret. I had set chokers on trees. A dangerous job--but I needed the money to put a downpayment on a swimming pool. I wanted to swim with my animals and smell chlorine. The house was on the side of a hillside. It took us days to clean the property. We took days. I had crookback and defacement. I was mutilated, unmackly. I was wrong to look at, but I did such an excellent job. Have me fold a napkin, and, without doubt, I will hide some little present in the creases. He did not understand the meaning of waves. He was not ready to launder his clothes. He had just broken with her, after all, and he wanted to wear what he had worn through it. A canker could have been pleasant. He had yellowish liquid to put on and numb his canker. He had no way of describing the way it tasted. Bricks that are slick.

My body disembodied. Not because of violence--because of discouragement. I sit on a chair that, I myself, had refinished and re-upholstered. Little brass nails. A hammer. Stretching. I had caned a chair. I had done some needlepoint of a parrot. I went to her parents' house because she had invited me to a party. The idea was to press people against the walls and slide down. Writhe on the ground. She showed me the dresses she had been working on in her basement. Then a drive. Some dancing. She asked if she could kiss me, but I wondered what kind of permission would have slid across a room so quick. The drive took us to a building that had once been above ground. On stilts. I became sick from the breakfast she had made me. We had agreed upon an exchange. She would make breakfast, and I would burn our clothes. We had committed a robbery in them. I showed her a river and some rocks on which I had slipped. I showed her a horse that had thrown me and a beautiful woman with an amazingly raised mole on her chin. Her brother did not like me. He did not like that I asked him how he had developed such a strong grip. Once, on the bark of a dog, I saw her brother. He had an odd shadow on his head, and, only later, he told me that he had painted it on. He wanted to be a bit more obscure than I am. Well, look no further than this bucket.

She had a depression on her head. A dent. My grandfather did not know that I was in his room with him. He had a blanket about him. He was tying rope about his waist. He combed his hair and wrote something on a notecard. He had a pen. In private, he often called me The Waif. He said my eyes had nothing but dopey trombones in them. We went to watch kickboxing and were told about a man in shorts. I could hardly concentrate because a woman had a child that I thought I recognized. I had never seen her before, but I was certain that I had seen her child. I could not tell what sex the thing was, but I knew that sex had produced it. The child was wicked and godless. It did not watch kickboxing. Instead, it looked at me. The mother, I knew, was in a relationship with one of the men fighting. Looking at her face, I couldn't tell which man she wanted to win. I had heard about new knots being tied. I knew how to look in the encyclopedia and find the knots in K. I knew how to tie all those. And I had borrowed books from the library, so I knew how to tie knots. But many new ones have been invented. Certain people are innovators and the rest take their shoes off and cool their ankles in a water fountain.

10 MWE

The toy we played on was a metal shoe. We could retreat to courts when we were finished. A woman watched us from a building. The building had been constructed 2,000 years ago--but just yesterday, renovations had been finished. The dog that he had was named Mr. Chubbs. The dog liked to have a cardboard box on its head. Yes, we had a hedge. We could look through it. The neighbor's daughter told me that her father whipped her mother across the face with a chain. She did not lose her teeth, really. What happened was that her teeth were knocked out by great violence. The children were allowed to draw on their walls. The horrible machine was constructed mostly by children. The machine is horrible. Children had made it because their hands are so small--and horrible machines have lots of crevices that are hard to get to. And why are they hard to get to? They are small and not greasy enough. A family stopped near Niagara Falls. They ate a meal and used a restroom. They saw the preserved remains of a mummy. Somehow, this mummy had been left at a restaurant in Niagara Falls. Thirty years later, it will be discovered and placed in a Smithsonian. We had a straight way to go for at least three hours. I had a difficult time going to sleep because my mouth tasted too much of mint. When the reception finished, I found the first tree that I saw. I reached down and touched a root because I wanted to sense what something alone meant. Did it mean to do harm to me? He drank a glass. He placed a letter. He asked a question that had both and easy and a difficult answer. He felt fine going down stairs, but, when he went up them, he felt horrible pains in his head and chest. This all occurred when something inconstant was happening. I did not unhorse myself. What I had to do was undog because I wasn't feeling well. I would touch a pelt and not know it to be such. I would touch skin, and it always felt oily. I did not harm anyone, but I did manage to get mangy. I would like to ask what was it that pulverized your arm. My father told his friends that he would be able to break my arm by squeezing it. He said all he had to do was grab my forearm and squeeze. Certainly, he would break one of the bones in there. He would not sit on benches, and yet he had no trouble sitting on a chair and spitting between his legs. That watery spit. That antique chair. Grass he had seeded and mown. He was a little too eager when it came to watering anything--even me.

We took too long to paint a gate. We didn't know how to do it. We started by sanding it. We took off some rust. Then, with brushes, we painted it. But it took us so long. We shouldn't have sanded or used brushes. We should have just sprayed it. The water was behind the house. It went out into a river. We got into boats, and people on the shore threw rocks at us. This was all before fireworks. Someone was shot with a pistol because he stole limes. I had limes in my pockets, but I had not stolen them. The signage was all handpainted. I walked until dogs followed me. I found houses that were ruins. They crumbled into each other and made a larger structure. This structure did not look made, but it was habitable. When I first went into it, I was impressed by its blue light. Its green light was not as interesting. I had a water pistol, which I used to squirt lightbulbs and sockets. My head was something that people in the neighborhood looked for. My head was full of portent, they believed. They saw things around it. They saw things squinch out of my nose or ears and eyes. These things would predict the future. They either looked for my head or didn't. I had heard of a performance. This performance was not being put on in a hall or a theatre or a space. Instead, it was in someone's home. We, the audience, were to watch by leaning against the walls. Part of the show took place in a half bathroom. We couldn't all watch in there, of course, so we had to send one representative. At intermission, that person had to tell us what had happened in the bathroom. And what had happened? A Roman Style suicide. The child drew a warm bath, got in, and got himself open deep at the insides of his elbows. What was funny, though, was that red did not come out of him. Instead, what came out was bubbles. Soon, the whole bath was filled with bubbles. A real bubble bath. And these things soothed him, convinced him to get out of the bath and seek attention. His problem was that attention was never anything that he sought. Instead, what he looked for was rockets. Rare birds. Anything of value in the gutter. Very often, he thought he saw dollars on the pavement. When he looked a second time, however, these pay dirts always ended up as leaves or bits of newsprint. He saw that a man named Essex appeared in print. This man went into the room of his lover on the pretext that, in her room, he had left his handkerchief. Then, in the room, he killed her.

The nutriment was not sufficient. Instead of using manikins, the department store used skeletons. I was the one who thought adding flesh might be a good idea. The store had been owned for 3,000 years--long before any of us ever wanted to grow plants on the roof. We grew things that were carnivorous, of course. We grew thorned things--or things that had leaves that could slice open a shin. Just a tiny gobbet of food was what I wanted. I had wrapped myself in the sheet I had slept under sick for eight days. I was sick for a while--and all under that sheet. But there I was, the sheet wrapped around me, looking for any small gobbet. I had finally gotten a job at a deadhouse. My job was not in it, though. Instead, I was to manicure all the plant- and rock-life outside. I suggested that we put skeletons in tanks of water. Then we'd run bubbles through them and they would dance. Their jaws would open and close as if speaking. We could make a tape to play with them. We could make them sound as if they were singing. There was a moroseness in the way she turned on the lights in our apartment. She would reach up, but not all of her would lift. She had just bought that red sweater. She had an embarrassing tattoo of a fish. We are just not the correct biology, she told me. She worked with the upper case D deaf. She had invented new signs. We had to watch the movie on my computer. My favorite scene was when they were all in the hospital. It was there that I saw the little boy was the one who had stolen the drugs out of the armoire. Her favorite scene was when a certain man kissed. Then we kissed and her comment was, What is this? A slow dance. I excused myself and built a staircase to a ledge. I bluffed, and she bought it. I had the impassivity of an animal that never knew it was domestic. Here is my apology: a vase of fluid. Here is what I invented: a vase of fluid. I told him that his candles sent off strange scents. He said the reason for that was that they had his skin in them. The daystar. The commencement. I saw the moon in the day that day. The tree had lots of ferns growing at its base. On the undersides of the ferns were lots of grainy red dots.

5 MWE Prone Apron

This bothered. It was a bother. I exercised near a road when it was hot in the morning. Never had I drank for a child. Here was a child asking me to drink a glass of something she had colored. This was not a false offering. I asked her what her mother was like. Did her mother have a calculator with plastic buttons? Or with metal? Did her mother have buttons on her blouse? We got into an argument. The road had little on it that I wanted to keep. So what. I didn't maraud, and I didn't penetrate. I had a letter of introduction. I had it for a time before I lost it. I stole a lime, but a man saw. He took me, twisted my arm. A woman leapt upon him, and he took out a pistol. It was now that another man beached a boat. He had animals on the back of it--animals I had no way of naming, but I held my hand out anyway. I remember having watched a monkey eat a strawberry. I remembered being tough with the children who wanted to eat early. There was very little that was useless in the pantry. This was what I was seeing.

The balcony was above an ocean. The balcony was above brush. She was down there--below the balcony. My aunt had to wrap me up before she took me outside. She left me in the driveway. I did not want anything that had to do with shoving a stick into an animal. I saw very clearly then that I was not intelligent enough to impress my grandfather. When he put me on his shoulders, I made it so that my hand served as a mask that obscured his face. In this manner, we robbed a bank. They were able to identify me, the child, but they were not able to place my grandfather. The haircut he wore he got in France. He had to gall to kill the small pet bird in the lobby. He did not have the appropriate boots. He had teeth in sections. He had a nose replaced. He had parts of himself implanted. Later, he had these implants removed and replaced with whatever was more current or of the season. He sat in a trailer. He sat in an old fire engine. He had won the fire engine at an auction. His idea was that he would be able to drive it in parades. This would be good advertising. I hated it that--every time I threw an amulet up--it got caught in a fir tree. I remember being so worried about escaped horses and spider bites. Very early in the morning. Not enough bread to be made.

He made shackles for cats. Not ready to be a burden to anyone, he ate all that he had grown in his garden. The time was too salty for anyone to remember what happened next. Get ready to take a long time walking to the asylum. Her bedroom was a charnel house. He closet full of poppies. What was it that got her to remember her father's wish? He had wished to be the boss of some men. He never had a complaint. He was compliant for a time that verged on record. We played boardgames to be quiet. We went to most of the zoos in the area but saw a small percentage of animals. When something got caught in a tree, we often decided that it was then we should go to the Jersey Shore. This was when breasts. We did not have the legs to make such jam. We were never ready to eat, though we had clean silverware. My job was to boil our meals. But was it illegal? It was. We stayed in a dorm room that had posters of things we could have never expected. Get ready to be struck was what I had been told by yet another man. This one wore a hat that smelled of salt sweat. I would like the cod. The Blue Fish. My turn to rip the jacket.

5 MWE

He lived next to pumpkins, strawberries, and fir trees. He lived where the ground could have been the back of a large animal. Just a short walk would take him to countless abandoned buildings. Abandoned by whom? Who abandoned? He had a stone wall that pranksters often pushed down. They backed their truck into his stone wall for a laugh. Then, he'd have to spend a few days building it again. He didn't want to cheapen any of the things that he hated. He did not want to get a crew together for any adventure. He hoped that any of the growing things near him would be blighted. Blighted by what? By whom? By kids in a truck? He took a stool with him out to a field of mud. He set the stool in the mud. He sat on the stool and slowly sank. Instead of sitting on the stool, he was sitting in mud. He did not dislike animals--especially larger animals. He did not mind that two boys often launched model rockets in one of his fields. He did not mind that they flew line-controlled airplanes. He liked to see them spinning round and round and dipping their airplanes.

No chance she would stop being agog. She was a substitute for a sister. She lived in a shack we had off our house. The shack had a kitchen and shower in it. If we wanted to, it would be easy for us to put the kitchen in a box. And the shower was orange from some growth she never bothered to clean. She went to school, but, on the weekends, she watched me to make sure I didn't drown. It would have been easy for me to drown in a pool, a tub, or even a sink. I had the part of myself I most hated on display. Or it was in a display--but not encased. The three of us children became adults in ten years. We were strict with each other but not with our parents. We did not like to mix concrete. If we had to, we ate our meals outside. Sometimes, one of us would steal away to the basement. And why? To sit very close to the humidifier. I liked to sit next to sweaters as they dried on the wooden rack. What might have been my indifference was actually a pain I had in my thigh. I was not ready to eat grapes. I enjoyed the entire bowl of nectarines. She was agog because she managed to grow her underthings. This was when we were not frightened. When we could smell metal on our hands one day, plant life on another.

I denied having had a foretaste. A lie. There was a fence that prevented an attack for one day. An animal pushed through a barbed wire fence because of a large wave. A wave with a fifteen foot face. A wave with dirt from the prairie in it. A wave with playing cards of flint in it. To have such a wave go over you. The tornado took tiles off the roofs. Shrapnel. What I would like to see is more bodily churning. I would like to hear the insides of people squinching. This is what it was: riotous. There were children in the park. The park had kites tethered to its ground. None of the children were attended by their parents. Their parents were on an airplane. Their parents were test pilots for a new design of airplane. The children found dogs tied to tree branches. So they released the dogs--dozens of dogs. The dogs were thin and thankful to be released. The children, with the thousands of dollars their parents had left them, bought food and toys for the dogs. They went to whatever stores were nearby. The dogs did not want to eat, however. The dogs sought out gutters in the street, and found openings in the curb that would take them underground.

5 MEWL

She did not let the height of her stack of silk diminish. She had a face that had once been broken. Imagine the front of her skull a mask--and that mask smashed and broken. The front of her skull had been broken--but it was broken under the skin. The instrument that had been used did not break the skin, but it did smash the front of her skull. Her face. She had a child who loved to take his clay and make noses for skulls. That skulls did not have noses did not bother him. He simply enjoyed to make noses for skulls, and she was always so impressed at how human a skull began to look once it had a nose. Humans are called Homo sapiens, of course, but there are some people who believe that humans, instead, should be called Homo loquens. Humans are really not all that wise. But they can speak, so perhaps loquens is a better fit. She had to have a fake face put in. She was lucky because they were able to make her a fake face to replace all that had bee smashed. All they had to do was take an old mask that she had and break it in a chalet. The chalet had a low price when they first bought it. It was right on the lake, so they knew it would be a good thing to invest in. Birds were what died near them.

Someone had tied a dog to the cross at the top of the church. It was the prank that was so often played. I lived on Church Street, and I woke to a dog. Someone had tied a dog to the cross that's on the top of the church. I went to cut down the dog. It was a black lab maybe. Someone had tied it to the cross. It was tied with its belly to the cross. Someone had once tied a pig to the cross. Someone had tied little goat. All sorts of animals tied to the cross. I wondered if the person who did this also shot out the signs on stores. Would this person shoot out lights? I told the child that this is the factory where they make people. This is where they make most of the people in the world. I told the child that, before the people are released, they all have to eat a special meal. If they don't eat that meal, then they become murderers. That's why there are so many murderers in this town. Not enough of them eat the meal that they are supposed to eat after they are made. What is in the meal? What of it? He was told to eat a piece of quartz. He was told to swallow marbles and throw them up. He was told to hide the marbles. He was told to plant something in marbles and make it grow. What I never understood was how a machine could have so much waste in it. I stand next to any machine, and I wonder when it will tell me which way to the round board.

Her bust, in my eye, was unflagging. I saw what was about to happen in a dream. Because I have synaesthesia, I realize that it is not unusual that I am ambidextrous and that I have precognitive dreams. I experience deja vu often, and I have very little sense of direction and have never done well in math. My brother has epilepsy. He was given a choice--that is, whether or not he wanted to have the hemispheres of his brain cut into. That would relieve all that is in the fishtank. We found an empty fishtank--still unbroken--at the dump. So, what we did was grease it with Vaseline and have people strip down and fold themselves into it. Like geeks. We liked to see what a thigh looked like greased and pressed against glass. A breast, maybe. This was when dirt was on the roof. Our father, with a bunch of other men, dug a twenty-foot deep hole. Our father swindled the other men in that he got to keep the best dirt, while they were fooled into hauling the inferior dirt. Our father put all that dirt on the roof of our house. He told us to go inside while, with a high-powered hose, he shot water onto the roof. We watched as it all flopped down.

5 MWE

He was a hardydardy, he was. He was under a tent. The tent. Outside, the eight peaks of the big tent looked like teats. The circus put its belly to the night sky. In it, was him--a hardydardy ready to do something we had not seen. We were not intelligent. We wanted to rent an apartment. I found a suitable apartment--that is, one exceedingly cheap. I called the man who had placed the ad. He said he was in a forest--two states away--and that, if I wanted to see the apartment, I could show it to myself. He told me to go into the backyard of the house neighboring the apartment. He told me to slip under a fence. He told me to find a back screened-in porch and to let myself in. He said I could find a key above the porch door. He told me to let myself in. What I saw was filthy and spacious. I could not tell what smelled of natural gas and what of cat urine. One toilet seat had a seatbelt bolted into it. The ceiling tiles looked ready to fall--some of them were held in place by nailed-up boards. I found the heads of figurines all over the place--on top of the thermostat and on bookshelves. I wondered which animals came by at night. I wondered what it would take me to sit down and eat a meal.

The dance was boring. The tree, we learned, was sick. Someone had painted the windows on the outside. At night, someone had played that prank on us--they painted all our windows from the outside. What do do then? I mixed cement that afternoon and paved over the grass we had. I paved over our lawn. The place where we recycled was a vast structure--maybe something like a complex spaceship that had landed. And the creatures who worked there! They were all very strange and so helpful that they got in the way. I went through a tunnel because I wanted to feel as though I were in a throat. And what a throat. It led me to an ocean. This part of the ocean had no beach. There was a gate I had to climb over since I had no key. I had not been invited, but I made friends quickly, and, soon, the hosts were apologizing that they had not invited me. The stand was closed for the winter. Not profitable. We played a game but did not expect any of us to get injured so severely. The courts had a forest near them. A river near them. A man would fetch balls for us so long as we left him beer cans. We were not ready to lose eyeballs. We were not ready to get into car accidents and donate the interns of our bodies.

As I bought milk, someone on the other side of the refrigeration unit in the supermarket stocked the milk. I walked down a road. I saw buildings that had not been lived in in a long time--and what is it to live in a building? So. I bought milk that I knew would be ready for me. I shook it to my ear and immediately knew some plastic treat was inside. A milk company started to put plastic treats in its milk. Whoever stocked the milk had something wrong with this hands. The tips of his fingers looked too white, too pale. When we walked the eighty acres with the ranger, we found marijuana. He pulled it up, and we helped him. We told him that a renter must have done this. Or someone who knew we were just Summer People--people who came to swim and to walk. The Naturists were naked people we rented the farm to in the summer. All the Naturists walked around with towels. They did not wear the towels, but they did use the towels to spread on chairs before they sat down. How polite. When I was a child, they gave me a sheet rock knife. I bought milk but not one that had just been touched. A piece of plastic inside it. What I would most like to know is a child stuck somewhere. The feeling of tryiing to get a metal bracelet off your wrist. What I would like to know is how often can you ride a horse without wondering what that horse feels like.