This is the wind what blows, he said, & it lives in a jar in my bed & his eyes were big with the knowing of all that.
I’m the tallest man in the world, he said, so I’ll have to miss dinner & I said too bad about missing the ice cream then & suddenly he found he fit quite well at the table if he let his legs stretch down the hall.
this is the moon dark as a bird wing & softer, he said & at that moment I knew only the joy of my child
A box full of fantasies you have to be away from town to use
I try not to get too close, he said. From a distance almost everything looks real.
I tell stories for very good reasons, she said, but I’m not going to tell you what they are or you’d start reading too much into them