yesterday the cat walked calmly up the driveway with the mockingbird alive in its mouth, wings fanned, beautiful wings fanned and flopping, feathers parted like a woman’s legs, and the bird was no longer mocking, it was asking, it was praying but the cat striding down through centuries would not listen. I saw it crawl under a yellow car with the bird to bargain it to another place. summer was over. Less Delicate Than the Locust “Balls,” he said, “I’m tired of painting. Let’s go out. I’m tired of the stink of oils, I’m tired of being great. I’m tired of waiting to the. Let’s go out.” “Go out where?” she asked. “Anywhere. Eat, drink, see.” “Jorg,” she said, “what will I do when you the?” “You will eat, sleep, fuck, piss, shit, clothe yourself, walk around and bitch.” “I need security.” “We all do.” “I mean, we’re not married. I won’t even be able to collect your insurance.” “That’s all right, don’t worry about it. Besides, you don’t believe in marriage, Arlene.”
