1941
Yesterday I wasn"t. I just… wasn"t.
Today, I am!
Sometime today the feeling just started. I know I began as a single piece of wood. Then another piece was placed along side me, then another, and another. In between each piece, well, this sticky, gooey, yucky stuff was spread. Finally, after several pieces of wood were all sticking together, some kind of arm was put on each side and it clamped us even tighter together. I mean tight. There wasn"t room between any of us pieces of wood for a rat to fart.
And now “something” has picked me up. A voice is talking to me, saying, “You"re going to be my best.“ Sawing and cutting on me, he proclaims, “You"re going to be my finest!”
As parts of me are being destroyed, obliterated, he soothingly talks, and explains, “You"ll finish my spread a
