she landed in our cornfield. not, like you may have heard, in the bermuda triangle or somewhere in the pacific, but in a soft patch in auntie’s north 40. and she liked it so much, she just stayed. our house was small, and nothing fancy; just some wood and brick and not even indoor plumbing […]
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this is how our love affair would go
(from a dog-eared SAGA notebook, november 2000) this is how our love affair would go if you weren’t married, or straight, or celebate — and i don’t even know if you’re married, or straight or celebate, but if i did know, and you weren’t any of those things, or on the rebound, or dying … […]