On first reporting the strange light over A gate swung open and a giant spoon- Truro, I replied to 911: "Blah! You’re just butt alien came out of a spaceship a dishfaced mud fence anyway!" wearing an outfit not unlike my red and black frock.

A stunted forked-tongue suburbanite I was clothed in everything but a popped into an Amtrak train, naked as woman’s despair as I hopped onto Popeye’s lust, and ordered me to step my own insanity, trying to outsmart along. all the planets at once.

Every dumb thing on Earth gave up, I waited to run into the real life hippo- myself included. It was time to walk madly potamus of another existence, where into Nostradamus’ dream. I just knew rain would be solid and my heart, a small test tube.

Another time I dangled from a cliff, my Perfectly calm, Brahms calm, andante, rubbery arms stretching, my heart beating intermezzo calm, I murdered every good- a rumba, a boogie, a jittery jitterbug. girl instinct anyone ever put inside me.

It was like the time I saved a crazed devil- I shed my white boa, kept perfectly still, woman against my will—she wore a red thinking what an Anglophile I’d become, butterfly mask and spoke in languages and suddenly: Bluto/Brutus/Whatever- other than English. His-Name-Was stood seductively before me.

All the small beautiful boys whose names Once I’d made up my mind to never I knew by heart vanished into rescue-less watch another quiz show, to let my looks mode, preening and forgetting I was even go, to just not care anymore—they came there, never mind in jeopardy. running, too little too late, a twisted bag of thwarted yang and simpering