the knotty symbiosis between

The Knotty Symbiosis Between

I don’t remember much of the pain. The only pain I can talk about

saw them every afternoon at the hospital, waiting patiently for

everybody yelling, bodies rolling and bouncing on the scant grass

only to satisfy myself that it was still trashy and repellent.

Although the airport was not open, heating gas remained

off a little bit of fluid from the flasks and injected it into

a sign. The person making any kind of intelligible comment

for that flying saucer symposium or whatever it is

was the double bind from which our playing with Mr. Knight

came more lovely silver-white plum blossoms in the dusk.

Nature is anything but simple. This emerging virus was

not a publicity hound, okay. I was wrong about that

last play of the game. The blind side. They got the knee. They

were paddling with all deliberate speed into the cover of dense

manicured pines, then gazed over blank empty pavement.