girl gets bitten
I get up still bitter. Mean world I’m in. Jack, my imaginary husband, rolls over and grins. Cold last night? Well, yes. To tell the truth is funny in this house.
I see garden snakes. Thousands waiting for breakfast. Right away it’s truth or consequences. Damn beauty of irony. Green, black, they’re blue and spotted. The whole lawn is covered with these tubes of what some call evil.