Fourteen – SunnySunday
Not a care in the world. It’s an orificalopening of cow. Eighty One again decides to piss and shitsimultaneously as I start to milk. I wonder if she is responding toMayne mayhem. She usually confines mass evacuations before she ispenned or after milking. This time her black continents contract. Isee more white than is welcome and fear a tsunami. I steer the milkbucket to the right of me, get a splinter from the collapsing applecase up my arse and fall to my knees in prayer against the cow’sneck. Eighty One resumes her cud chewing when she finishes. Hercalf bellows thirst. Hobart flashes.
How different things will be when I returnto the hostel I think as I reposition the apple case.
I start to milk once more. Althoughmid-autumn, the day promises sunshine. A light n
