MY DEAD GRANDMOTHER SAT ON A COUCH OCCUPIED BY A FEW OTHER DEAD WOMEN IN (SOME KIND OF) A WAITING ROOM. SHE SEEMED HAPPY BUT DISTRACTED. ONE OF HER FRIENDS ASKED ME WHO WOULD TAKE CARE OF MY GRANDMOTHER'S CAT NOW THAT SHE WAS DEAD. I SCRATCHED THE CHEEK OF THE CAT. ON EITHER SIDE OF THE CAT'S MUZZLE, IN PLACE OF ORDINARY WHISKERS, THERE WAS A CONSTELLATION OF ACTUAL STARS. EACH CONSTELLATION WAS AN EXACT MIRROR OF THE OTHER. I WAS A LITTLE SAD. MY GRANDMOTHER NEVER HAD CAT.

THE CONGEALED MANIFESTATION OF WORDS SPOKEN OVER A LIFETIME IN THE FORM OF A KNOTTED SPOOL OF SILVER GREY TREES AT THE HEIGHT OF A TALL CEILING

THE BLUE-BLACK BIRDS THAT FORM THE RIM OF SPACE

A GLOW FROM WITHIN A BODY

A SPARK AND A FURTHER SPARK WITHIN

WHILE YOU WERE SPEAKING I IMAGINED MYSELF WEARING A CROCHETED OCTOPUS COSTUME

I LIKE THE SKY

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WHILE YOU WERE SPEAKING I IMAGINED MYSELF WEARING A CROCHETED OCTOPUS COSTUME