Zimble Zamble Zumble
Excerpts

Ofili

Catherine, I am seething. Simply
amazed at the mess you made of my
kitchen. Dishes displayed in such a
monstrous manner that it would appear
evil lived here. We do have shelves,
don't we? Are there not cupboards?
But am I right in saying that a
countertop is a plain, and not a resting,
board? Last night you sold our fish
filets to a farmer trading cucumbers
presented as zucchini! Was this some
kind of joke? You know I hate
vegetables. Why make the finnoc in my
blood boil? But, listen, it is still worth
being everything at once, given your
lips. And the sap we have so happily

lapsed into.

Half Film

Last night I soaked in your
Mexico. Father was there
with your taste on his

Lingis. Saying more and
more how agreeable it was,
so beyond my unruly

imagination. And by first
light you made good on his
startling attraction. What

failures you washed. So
abrupt was my swim.

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