Great Days 精彩片段:
Great Days
-- When I was a little girl I made mud pies, dangled strings down crayfish holes hoping the idiot crayfish would catch hold and allow themselves to be hauled into the light. Snarled and cried, ate ice cream and sang "How High the Moon." Popped the wings off crickets and floated stray Scrabble pieces in ditch water. All perfect and ordinary and perfect.
-- Featherings of ease and bliss.
-- I was preparing myself. Getting ready for the great day.
-- Icy day with salt on all the sidewalks.
-- Sketching attitudes and forming pretty speeches.
-- Pitching pennies at a line scraped in the dust.
-- Doing and redoing my lustrous abundant hair.
-- Man down. Center and One Eight.
-- Tied flares to my extremities and wound candy canes into my lustrous, abundant hair. Getting ready for the great day.
-- For I do not deny that I am a little out of temper.
-- Glitches in the system as yet unapprehended.
-- Oh that clown band. Oh its sweet strains.
-- Most excellent and dear friend. Who the silly seasons named for.
-- My demands were not met. One, two, three, four.