—Barbara Guest
I have too arrival. Smack against
olive India this cote is Wayned.
Desire has so little to do with de
stiny. Except that I made it up-
hill endive and mispounced.
Ringsted. Reflect invective.
But I didn’t come to swan. Only
to fair leavened Heather and her
flagpole. Strip bare the Danish
opening and tsk tsk. Rather out
of the stinker than into a moil.
