Oct 12, 2006 12:24
Where we come from. How we need to know.
If necessary, we'll steal it--those dinosaur tracks two men removed from the bed of Cub Creek in Hays County, using a masonry saw, a jackhammer, and a truck disguised as an ice-cream vendor's.
If necessary (two years after Yitzl died, I married his schnapps-house sweetie: it was mourning him that initially drew us together; and later, the intimacy of hiding from the Secret Police in the burlap-draped back corner of a fishmonger's van. The guts were heaped to our ankles and our first true sex in there, as we rattled like bagged bones over the countryside, was lubricated--for fear kept her dry--with fishes' slime: and, after... but that's another story) we'll make it up.
Albert Goldbarth, After Yitzl