I wrote a murder mystery called THE MURNGIN BOOJUM.
No, THE MELANESIAN GAMBIT. I made cat’s cradles
out of cobwebs. And then what? And then what?
And then this. We get old. We can’t remember.
Maybe I did it. Maybe I made it up.
Owen and Jean are coming down
with Ella and Eb. We’re going
to keep them for the weekend.
I think the beach is closed
to fishing. There’s still fresh seafood
in the local restaurants. Still oysters.