“What did you do to your arm?”
“I burned it in English class.”
Wes Craven, from “A Nightmare On Elm Street”
Punitive ghosts like steam-driven tennis courts
haunt the apples in my nonexistent orchard.
I remember when there were just worms out there
and they danced in moonlit cores on warm September nights.
Richard Brautigan, from “Loading Mercury With A Pitchfork”