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.