YOU’VE been waiting all this time. I know. I know you. I said there was a basement right there in the beginning and you been waiting for me to get there, drumming your fingers and peeking over the pages for a little peek at something dark. Trying to see round the curtain at my little peep show before I’m ready to show you my big secret Hades-approved hell-titties. Well, hop to it. Put in your dime. Shut the door behind you. MISS ZELDA Fair, she walks through walls. She walks forever. Forever walks her. Don’t seem sensible there should be so much Artemisia in the Artemisia. Her eyes get used to the dark, big as spinning plates. There’s blue at the bottom. Blue like water. Blue like an eye. She thinks on a time when she was just a tiny thing and she found a little cave on the back forty that hadn’t been a cave before on account of ferns and mud and mushrooms, but rain washed all that away and left a perfectly marvelous hiding place.
