2 September 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 3
You spank me with library books about horses and nature and cruelty. I can jump out of clouds and over fences just as you can turn corners in Schlachendale. If you were a horse you'd be a Haflinger. You live life-earth while I could be learning. Did you know there are zebras living in the shadows of a volcanic crater? You spank me so hard, to the ground, my Yhri.
About the author:
Charlie Holland is the kind of person who feels guilty about the fact that her dry cough wakes her lover. She's taken to coughing into various objects at night. The couch. The sink. The filing cabinet.