TAN BAG

The Almighty doesn’t spoil everything—for I saw sky-high things—a tan bag, paper. I woke up dizzy. Mrs. Billyboy said the room was going around. Took her to the doctor. She got examined and is OK now.

It is my business to comfort the lady.

Chasteness, more pampering, I must get married. I changed her sheets.

But this is not a lamentation. In this way, her story is handed on to you.

She had a good day; had dental done. Dinner is chicken winglets, pea loaf, and Peppermint Pattie.

Spring is. Summer is.

Madam used hibiscus, as a girl, to make her lips red, the soot of the candlewick to shadow her eyes, candle wax for her brows.

Her winter coat waves all its arms at us! Her camel duffle makes the sound of matchsticks being struck—if that helps.