and yes I said yes I will Yes.
Probably no man has ever troubled to imagine how strange his life would appear to himself if it were unrelentingly assessed in terms of his maleness … If he gave an interview to a reporter, or performed any unusual exploit, he would find it recorded in such terms as these: “Professor Bract, although a distinguished botanist, is not in any way an unmanly man. He has, in fact, a wife and seven children. Tall and burly, the hands with which he handles his delicate specimens are as gnarled and powerful as those of a Canadian lumberjack, and when I swilled beer with him in his laboratory, he bawled his conclusions at me in a strong, gruff voice that implemented the promise of his swaggering moustache.” […]
Do you still know these early leaves, trans-
lucent, shining, spreading on their branches
like green flames?
And the hair-raising stars flowing over the
ridge late at night …
No one home in the house by itself on the
or the 4-story barn up the road, leaning on
The two horses who’ve opened the gate to their
field, old, wandering around on the lawn.
The sky becoming ominous.
Which is more awful, a sentient or endlessly