ache1
(writing): and now I am the family
dog, paid into kennel but left forever.
In
her blue room and drunk on the last bottle of the last delivery of Moosehead
beer, ache1 felt an overwhelming empathy with Judas, temporarily
abandoned each family vacation.
Reading
back across these words she knew that Skunk was wrong and later, in a far
corner of the gardens, she would burn the page to augment and ratify the ashes
of her past.
