Five Stories

SPOON

THE PERSON HAS NO sanction for sucking. We had surprised her while she was in the act of sucking. She was a sucker who could make a variety of noises. She was spoony--we had thought she was easy to describe. I had thought she was a wallydraigle. She might not have been. Her hair was a moderate brown, swelling. She was suffering from vulvovaginitis.
      She was too big. We had climbed into a dominion to conceive of her. She had rushed to separate the covering on her meat and on her fat. She had veins. She had turquoise eyes and her belly is a knob.
      Her wan skin was her best female element.
      We could have put a tumpline on her.
      I have to put the worst of her into her.

LONGIE

That I shall have no fear during this complaining is my horrid decision.

      One of the men won't bring back anything to give me.
      This is a rule. There is no change in his opinion, he says. Perhaps he should have been less strict concerning what he had in his mouth--something he had brought in from outside.
      Do you remember when we tried to get an item away from him?
      We would have had to grab him by the muzzle.
      Today, dear one, he cleans the shivering business. I went toward him for you. I have gone toward him for sixteen years, for my sake and for Alec's. If you asked me to stop I would stop living.

OLD HAT

One sees blue and it is a shock, but it is a bad shock. I tried to remember why I do not like it. Take some old off of it. I am made to consider why I do not like you.
      Rose to my--got up when I knew, bundled up, took our--I was so irritable, as I knew many other colors too and I would look at them.
      A warming, a new year, the light may not leave this second. I tell them to come for me. They cringe under the ceiling with me, momentarily. It is to fuck, all right. It is for the runty fuck. Creeping, swimming, mingling, well before my inferior part was called by the name Diane, that was when I was cold and cranky for the very first time.

IT WAS FOR YEARS

I would be manageable if I am encouraged to eat during these days. I should not have neglected to eat another piece of bread which might have been a plain circle with dirt on it. This was at a grand party where twisted bread had also been served and crayfish soup had been served and we ate that.
      When she started to eat me, I asked her if she was tired. She said yes. I told her to sleep. Then she cried. I brought her back to my beard to eat me. She started to cry. I told her to sleep. She started to cry. I asked her if she was tired. She said yes. I told her to sleep, except that I ate her until she started to cry again and she yelled.
      Our beards thrown together caused her to yell at me also.
      You said it was ugly. It is not ugly. What if the young person is as hungry as she is tired, how can I help out? Do I keep trying to feed it, and then do I keep trying to encourage the unreasonable thing to sleep? I am only mentioning this because I thought I was supposed to. You ought to go out there and mention this question of mine as well. Mention it somewhere in an awfully nice locale I am trying to think of. I would if I were you. Is there another purpose you could go there for?

RED ROSE

Her fur neck seemed to me to be on top of her head, its color ordinary. She must have seen my neck.
      Let me see what I said.
      I'll have to get out, get my astonishment and get back in here with my goggles on.
      I think I do not like her genitals anymore. I see hers. Under the water, it did not occur to me what she might have thought of mine. This will not be an isolated incident.
      Here, again, animals, vegetables and minerals are under or over-wedged. My body I show as a striking sword and people scold me for this.
      "No! No! Don't!" she said.
      She was permitted to correct me.
      "If you want to, you can," I had said.
      I think she should have her head and she should be authorized to wear a necklace.