And so I go back to the deck again and again, trying to pull something out of this. Trying to give some shape to what is happening. I hiss Kathy Acker lines under my breath: "Something is trying to emerge from this mess. I don't know how."
He announced to us, “I believe in gay marriage. You guys should get married!”
From mom’s bedroom, / A crooked legged cripple/ Emerged. It was dad.../ I walk the same way! Our gene pool is bad.