Got News, Part 4
Do you hear me now? I’d change my angle to the phone receiver as if that would make the difference in your hearing.
Your earlobes were American pancake fleshy. The right had a recurrent fester, a boil on the bottom right back that would swell yellow, a small thimble of pressure until you’d ask me to get the needle and kleenexes and lance it. It burst like a puffball, but these spores were a goo, scent of abscess, sense of relief. But what our body injures, it needs. It regrows.
ground cherries –
making a new pile
for the soft ones