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.
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