Skid

I Can Hardly Be Considered a Reliable Witness

I Can Hardly Be Considered a Reliable Witness First there was a raffle conducted by silhouettes then some gaga clangor and the deflection of not getting what I wanted probably never. I was trying to write The Indomitability of the Human Spirit to impress you but it kept coming out The Undomesticated Human Spigot, a blowhard stoned soap opera. I couldn’t understand anything and you were my teacher. The rain bounced off the upturned canoes by the man-made lake and out of the man-made water small bodies propelled themselves into the nevertheless air. This I could not do. I had been worn out by a lasagna. A train had run through my almanac. I had gone directly to the small screen. It was only a couple times I leaned from the window in that gorilla mask yet of all I have accomplished and delayed, my deeds in the outback, cradling the dying wombats, cataloging every wrong ever done to me with innovative cross-references, this is what I’m remembered for: leaning from a window in a gorilla mask. 84 It’s frustrating, like hiding stolen jewelry in tubs of lard. Sure, it works but have you ever tried to get grease off a brooch? Or geese out of a coach for that matter. They have to be heavily sedated and it’s weeks before they can even float right. 85 ...