But I did saw it, and that’s me. I’m seeing all kinds of things these days. You know, The Muffin Man, for example. Saw The Muffin Man yesterday, at the car wash. I had to return the chow, as I just said, after it jumped empty along the car wash and I picked the pennies from the vacuums and blinked it home. I made a rope from a garbage can. The chow chewed me on the knee and the other knee, too. When the chow chewed me I saw lightning, a big lightning like a giant, expensive, smelly, crazy, greasy McDonald’s sign. Mom said un-lease the chow! On Sunday I saw a field and a solid gold beer can and a tree and leaves (they looked like hands just all waving at me, I swear). Then I saw the Queen of England. She looked sad and sort of rumpled purple (like a chow’s tongue actually) and I guess she could know me staring because she said, “Why am I so lonely?” I had no idea. It made me feel like at night, when the air smells hilly and purple—like the weird, wet tongue of a dog, I just said so. Sometimes I wish I could replace everything and put something nicer or drive the dreams the way bicycles won’t fall over if you stay going. Well, I saw the Queen of England at the produce market. She knocked over an orange triangle. Her dress was like a leaf pile. She said, “Young man, I want you to thump me a fresh watermelon.” I did so. On the way home I saw white flowers and a broken car and a yellow dog and the dog saw me, but I left it be for later. I walked inside the door, with a face and I handed mom the mustard greens and said, “Mom, I just thumped a melon for the Queen of England.” Mom said, “That’s fine, but these aren’t mustard greens, these are collard greens. There’s a difference.”
- Pennsylvania - June 18, 2013
- Sunday - January 10, 2013
