I am Ophelia. She who the river could not hold. […] I set fire to my prison. I throw my clothes into the fire. I dig the clock which was my heart out of my breast. I go onto the street, clothed in my blood."
"Hwæt! It is I, master of tools,
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Who tore from the freezer its defunct ice maker
and replaced it with its twin,
shiny silver, just arrived from Amazon.
Now fastened firmly to the frozen stronghold,
anointed with beads of my blood,
screws half-stripped in my frenzy,
work ye your mechanical magic
and fetch us ice as we feast this feat."
"2. On the night before the first day of school (that would be the Sunday night after Labor Day, of course, you know, mid-September) throw the kids in the way back of the station wagon and drag them downtown to Eckerds, K-Mart, Ames, Dollar General, Drug Fair or the like and hurry them over to the back-to-school area to pick out a lunchbox. Make sure to tell them get a move on because you don’t have all night for them to make a damn decision. They need to get in bed by eight and yes, they’re going to miss the Wonderful World of Disney if they can’t decide between The Fonz and Dukes of Hazzard. Good Lord, why is it so hard for them to pick? Tell Kimberly if she can’t make up her mind between Holly Hobbie and The Bionic Woman then you’re going to pick Pigs in Space and you don’t want to hear another word about it until June. Grab a composition book for each of them and a pack of pencils too. That’s all they need. Remember to save some grocery bags so they can cover their textbooks with them after the first day of school."
It was always Peanuts lunch boxes for me. Preferably Snoopy. Ideally, Joe Cool.