for such an assorted assemblage

For Such an Assorted Assemblage

Like everyone’s secrets, it was posthumously declassified, so that

with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have

frills down the front and a pair of pantaloons from a chest by the door,

the story about the girl didn’t wash, she’d known that right away.

Battle could be only slightly less dangerous than this preparation

breathing whiteness above the differing white of the fur which

could not distinguish any of the white crew individually, and asked

the bigness of the world itself, how quiet and empty it was, how alone

detecting no forgery, as the clouds burst overhead, and

only wandered to another region with angrier pain. The

charges came, and with each accusation a finger was stabbed

that doesn’t explain that thing in her neck, or how she survived

picking at some dry skin on her cheek. She ran a

sting—it has what we call satire, and wit without

the brontosaurus, snapping at something that bit it

in full view of the crowd to reach the stairs to the floor.