I am eating my ancestors. —Charles Simic, “To All Hog-Raisers, My Ancestors” Let’s assume it happens, that the broccoli we eat
My wife waits for a caterpillar to crawl onto her palm so she can carry it out of the street and into the green
When I came home from college, my mother told me Marco had called and wanted to go out, but she wished I wouldn’t because