My familiars are growing too familiar. Under what cushion have I left my wing of bat? Let all members remember their proper places: I conjure you, you conjure me. The most enduring fictions emerge from consensus—and we’re a family. Talk to me, my long-lost caricature! The armrest has claimed my right hand, as well it should. And my viper has appointed himself to the search committee for a new rat.
muggy night the shadows under a sheet
“The most enduring fictions emerge from consensus—and we’re a family.” And “muggy night the shadows under a sheet.” Bravura!
Cheers, Peter.