GIVE THEM STUFF

I ate everything I had and had cramps that somehow fitted together. PIE was on the sign. This was well beyond where the poor people live in their hamlet. PIES VEGETABLES. A woman who took orders there popped a lozenge the color of bixbite into her mouth.

She wore a hat, tasseled magnificently.

In the style of a train trip, we take other trips or a car trip or we go away in a fictitious form.

We’re not sure how many parts or places can be put past us—but all this I slyly enjoy.

I think of intimate friends from days gone by and how exquisitely my pie has been traveled.