Cutting and Dressing

The doctor said to me, “Then you have a wonderful night.”

The term wonderful night is used to refer to the inner sanctum that has sex feeling in it.

There is a widespread misconception about the look, feel, and texture of a doctor’s waiting room. The doctor asked me did I want to give him my co-pay now.

For the handover, I wore toreador pants and bone leather shoes with little heels—backless and strapless. I did not bend my knees, but instead stiff-walked to my sitdown in a chair. My feet I kept up parallel to the floor and I crossed my legs at the ankles.

Back at home for a cold lunch in my house with a red-tile roof, I sat in my own chair for sitting stiffly.

People are lovely things. People must have seen that my hair was in flat-knuckled curls and really inconsiderately fixed. My walls are papered with a moiré pattern. My floor is covered by split brick pav­ers. I’ve got a tea cart set out with plastic cups, lime green drink, and a plate of dry baked products.

My tot Silvanus—with bad habits and suddenly—we had set the boy free!—pulled himself up onto our lyre back side chair. Completely frenzied, the chair fell—and, because this child has never been signi­ficantly maltreated, he was stunned by the fall and he’s dead.