Wednesday, April 8, 2009

I saw myself sitting at a slab table eating a giant bowl of author’s names, almost like alphabet soup or the bits on Sesame Street when Cookie Monster would eat the letter “C”. Using a silver soup ladle I ingested Atwood, Bronte, Robbins…sending them through my digestive tract and later my bloodstream…eventually making it up to the part of the brain that controls creative thought.


oona said...

Chrissy, welcome to Alaska.
Thanks for your comment - the radishes really need a new home.
I like your writing. I'll be back to visit you here again.

Chrissy Johnson said...

Thanks, and likewise!