I Love This Place

Hello? Hello? Radio tower? Lisbon plane taking off in ten minutes, east runway. Thank you. In Memorium: Memorial Day; getaway day, must have meant. Long distance polystyrene, beads. Five, later, six hundred miles of stupefaction. That great gouging sucking sound, ah the "season" season. Shaving the recently pasture and shading your eyes from fishbelly pegs and the sight of black socks with sandals. The fertilizered green grassy smell and attendant noise pollution sentence: Six months/Two trimesters in the heat, with an alien inside you, of your very own. Well, you and your test pilot, yo.