yesterday i found a pine tree growing in my ribs and everytime i tried
to say anything all i did was cough up pine needles
& the only time i didn’t hurt was when i wore my bearsuit
& so i said hello to you and you screamed and hit me with a parasol
& then cut me open with a knife
& the pine tree popped out & it was filled with owls and birds and
nests and all that
& so we set it on fire and then sewed me up
& you said
you’re a nice bear
& i growled.
About the author:
Paul Jessup does not exist.
