Her ballet slippers and what do you suppose someone is doing with them unless they have feet the size of Anna Pavlova feet that can’t dance in them and if they loved them enough to steal them and even if they fit nice and snug they probably aren’t dancing with them anyway they love them too much
Anna Pavlova’s ballet slippers are in a dusty old shoe box somewhere saying Lo I am Anna Pavlova’s ballet slippers! which you can’t hear because of shoe tinny voices but they keep saying it anyway they hope something will come of it and they will dance
Unlikely. meanwhile, her regular slippers are under the bed, and the TV is on. At first it’s a commercial for cheese snacks, and then a ride in the country in a Chevy, and then It’s some evangelist telling us we must pray to God or you just can’t imagine the awful you just can’t imagine
Said that we don’t travel in a circular method, but in a spiral, like a corkscrew, like a corkscrew! Which means that you go from a high place to a low place swirling, then embedded in a tree from Portugal temporarily, until we feel the force of the ages upon us and the sweet perfect aromas of cedar and mint and plum and cassis or maybe honeysuckle and kiwi and melon and gooseberry which you are quite near for a moment but only for a moment, and then all that one might find in a garbage can: eggs, corned beef hash, watermelon rinds, chicken fat, cigarette butts, periodicals that were never read and next there is the quiet, the lack of any real conversation and then jarring, and tumbling, and travel: who knows where we are going now? Who knows? But it’s very exciting!
My favorite squares are the ones you see on the trampoline as you are about to touch it with your feet. My favorite circles are the circles that are made by Vitamin B6 tablets. My favorite pens are the fuzzy topped ones that look like ice creams cones if you see their shadows on the wall. My favorite grandfathers are the ancient grandfathers from Constantinople or the fuzzy haired rock stars from the ’70’s when they become grandfathers after they settle down. My favorite name is Vitalis. My favorite smell is Vitalis. My favorite crutches are made of maple wood and smell like breakfast cereals with milk. My favorite guns are ones that are owned by people named Ed. My favorite color is Tutti Frutti, said really slowly. My favorite candy bar was made by the Mennonites in the 17th century and consisted mostly of flax seed and millet and apples and hominy and secret ingredients. My favorite time is the time you find on a clock. My favorite lock is made out of hair that looks like a real lock. My favorite church is the one with the tricycles and helmets and boxes of Goobers. My favorite President is George Washington, Sr. My favorite time to say “Señor” is when I am praying real loud in a barn. My favorite peanut butter sandwich has a base note of cassis and lavender. My favorite mustache is chopped off and in a box labeled “fresh minnows” My favorite perfume says Parfum on it. My favorite music I can’t tell you about. My favorite Atom Bomb was in a cartoon. My favorite word is why not. My favorite wrecking ball is made of peppermint. And steel. My favorite place in heaven is the gift shop. My favorite termite dances just like Christopher Walken.