But the saddle is still casual
back in that colony
black in a wall of yellow we neglected ourselves to become ourselves to make room for becoming some negroes bleach our elbows and there are ads for that in Jet and the cabaret attitude Liberia don't be rude but the end of nearness is when honesty becomes cruel or even useful like cruises for old capitalist couples who need activities and proof One or two Grace Paley stories make me feel the safest place and that safety betrays latent fears faced then banished fear of looseness fear of missions love of fear of men etc. for example
another camel in my new mind another fancy pacing water
Although it's no longer in vogue to fetishize our oppression on sundays
the kids put the mouths of the guns they got for christmas to their lips and act like trumpets
