confused puppet interviews himself; the
blues guitar goes twang; Rustin reads a robust rendition of some
rousing rural rarebits. This all happens Sunday at 10:30am/Monday 1:30 pm central.
Daffodils
bloom, fevers flash, nebulae hover,
pulse
white and yellow. Can you smile dawn and dusk
and pretend it doesn't hurt? The nurse
stops
a moment her whirl,