fake interviews with fake people*.  the wording lures them from the fattening of babies who talk early.  my silent uncle dying on a bed was asked if he had any first words.  I was going to slice bread but pointed the knife at my ear hole, held it with my left, and slammed it in with my right.  a man writes a song and sings it to the belly he thinks houses a son.  his daughter stops a bullet from bruising his wife’s spine and is delivered unmolested but in high school begins to smell like gunpowder.  she joins the KKK but doesn’t tell the KKK.  I wake up behind the wheel of a car just in time to kiss the driver’s neck and the driver makes a fish face so horribly a child giggles in hell and pretty soon.