Sunday, June 12, 2005


I was lining the two parakeets’ cage with strips of shredded newspaper. It formed new and different headlines like the cut and pasted ones we’d make in government class instead of listening to the current events reports. One of the table legs was shorter than the others. Somebody had propped it up with a can of Le Armour green beans, which had subsequently been kicked or punctured or I don’t even know what all else. The beans had started to ooze out. It was a green goo at first, but that table leg is right in the kitchen where a patch of sunlight streams in all afternoon and after a few weeks of seeping, it was yellow and it started smelling.

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