Office babies. What a strange verve you
have. Laughing in the face of deformity.
Bats on sleep. You can see the noise in
New York City (Edna St. Vincent Millay’s
observation on her first time there). Hello,
Sprig. I’m decidedly stuffed and wobbly of
mind. Be right back. Gonna go let out some
hot air. Blame it on the weekend Earth took.
