When A Reader Finishes A Wonderful Story

A Man Without Hands Came To The Door To Sell Me A Photograph Of My House. Except For The Chrome Hooks, He Was An Ordinary-looking Man Of Fifty Or So.

That Morning She Pours Teacher's Over My Belly And Licks It Off. That Afternoon She Tries To Jump Out The Window.

A Little Autobiography And A Lot Of Imagination Are Best.

He Wondered If She Wondered If He Were Watching Her.

The Fiction Im Most Interested In Has Lines Of Reference To The Real World.