with the crass recklessness

With the Crass Recklessness

She was surrounded by strangers saying crazy things. Even her

theory he could have taken a leave of absence and gone back to

taking up space, so strange and shining and full of rot,

was still missing and she’d just walk into his room and

a swimming pool that had a filthy rubber cover rolled across

not even the same kind of life—maybe you came back as

the child’s hand and she slapped him again even harder, then

thought, but whenever the moment came, there was no

despair that this animal too must surely have suffered. But

occasionally someone would want to pick some sort of

an island of estates invisible down winding roads,

but the total absence of self-consciousness turns

some mental calculation that might have involved measuring

day and night in order to maintain their gay demeanor.