5 May 2008 | Vol. 8, No. 1

The Girls Approach the Fence

by FARRAH FIELD

Detective, we think you're afraid of spiders. You'd be surprised

to know what things are in your shed. We think you should feed us.

No one will ever know. Preserves, beets—anything you don't want.

We'll put the crumbs in our pockets. We'll drink lime soda.

We won't tell anyone your middle name, that your ancestors

overthrew a Spanish dictator, t