SAINTED REVERIE
The tomboy is home from the mountains - she just
walked right in, though the door. She still sings of
the big trees and high walks, water and streams and
blue sky. I like all that; it reminds me of when I too
was young, and would go to Vermont and never want
to come home : Proctor Marble Works, Old Hubbardton
Road, Lake Bomoseen, and the Hubbardton Battlefield
Monument, Lake Hortonia, and Beebee Pond. So many
wonderful things. So - anyway - I know just what
she means with her reverie and joy. She's like a new
soldier, first rehashing sex with someone of
the village she's conquered.
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Mad doctors and scientists, together, concoct their plans
ro ruin the world : tainted water and yellowish skies,
medicated and land-locked, the crazy women go
berserk, slowly, over time, after 10 kids, and
a beast of a husband always badgering her.
'These are mis-applied credentials,' she
says, 'for this is not the man I married.'
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