So with you it’s four below (this no nasal lie from the woman on the weather channel). The Worst of the Worst. I’m sending you an alligator’s jaws that scare the letter carrier who hesitates handling. Look into that gullet. The fake row of photographed teeth. The all-purpose bite. The lumpy gulping. The fallen pine cones. The brightly landing ibises who penetrate distance and hunger. Mendacious anhingas with necks outstretched like snakes in the tree over the lagoon, where a man might hang himself if all this sun weren’t in his eyes. The question being who let out the cat who stalks the bird who spies the gator who clamps down on the light, some of which is trapped under the stamp on this card.
John Allman | Pharmacy Contents | Mudlark No. 48 (2012)