unstable like words. Whether tis nobler to
obfuscate blah blah blah I’ll never know.
Well, actually I do. But still. . . .
“he was swept into the grass by the spume”
“his big toe was caught in the chain”
and the rest of the story continues
with a clean apartment, new neighbors,
a toothy monster (the same Timothy)
and bright white buildings on sand.
