Friday, January 13, 2006

Of the Octopi… some beauts by Anne B. Her Science reminds me how I stopped loving it when we had to kill things. Homework became chloroform and peg boards. Made my yard a slaughter I never played in again. I’ve owed it to every grasshopper since. Only later was phobia the guilty plea. Worked us up to frogs and worms. College demanded I root through a cat for anatomy and the prof didn’t hear my PETA this and that. Forced my hand. Thought “Art would never do that.”


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