… moves like a centipede in the bathtub. Pricks like punctuation. Festers like a puddle of water edged with mud where cows trod and bullhead slurp. Who would dive into fear like that, willingly? …
“Make it a mistake” —Gertrude Stein, “Patriarchal Poetry” “There is an e at the end of time,” my student Samantha whispered to Tim, pointing out to her friend that he had …