Two Fictions
Between Me and My Conscience
birds sit on the fence with their mouths open, panting.
I can see their tongues.
I can see their tongues.
"This is a small delicacy
for the eye,"
for the eye,"
you say,
"a moment of demotic privilege."
"a moment of demotic privilege."
I tap on the glass to scare the cat away.
The Garden
My wife says weeds
are strangling my marigold
seedlings. I do not believe her.
are strangling my marigold
seedlings. I do not believe her.
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