Diseased under the diseased chestnut – I had been excused prayers for evidently God was not the god of those who went home for lunch therefore also excused queuing in line and compulsory hand washing and belonging and the prayers were awful anyway twee and rhyming singsong rhyming things we eat and birds that tweet anyway – I was caught in tall sunshine by a squirrel up and down and up and down bolder and bolder until I moved and stood and watched and then I was wanting to be belated by it and then wondering as I do even now whether I was indeed caught by it or just wanting to be caught by it or wanting to be caught being caught by it.
Kate Wise
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