do you have sommer browning's either way i'm celebrating?:
the opposite of love
someone is wrong. light travels slow.
the sun's already dead
for all we know. in fargo, north dakota,
my sister and i think we'll die
on a tilt-a-whirl. the carnie won't
let us off. each time we scream past him
he just grins.
sometimes, it's the world that's inadequate.
i'm worried about how many more times i'll tell the story
about peeing in a cop car before someone loves me.
this book is radical. and it has comics. sommer is a comedic genius. you should buy it now. one of the comics is even about an olive and a finger.
also, do you have joanna ruocco's the mothering coven?:
mr. henderson can't make a lettuce heart now. it's far too daunting. he leaves mrs. borage to her compost heaps and goes inside his drafty colonial. he makes tomato soup on the utility stove. he drinks tomato soup, alone in the dark, big house. his eyes hold no expression. they are big and blank like the eyes of the blue-black herring, like the eyes of abraham lincoln, like the holes in a glass flute, shattering.
joanna likes grapes. sometimes we eat them together. she is one of my favorite writers. we like to write about goats at times. i really think you should have this book.
