We Played The Kitchen, Carrying The River

The machine tilted relief-- physically represented as brown squares-- into both of my waiting arms for what felt like 39 minutes, but was probably more like 38. It was hard for me to admit that to my car, actually. I'm sure the car would have liked to have seen such a queer contraption.

I have been meaning to tell you: I was glad that you were the illnesses when I was the sadnesses; it would have been too difficult to stand up to biting by jerks all by myself.