PLEROMA
Michael Ives
That’s not the way to open a garage door he yelled and took her by hand to attic insisted he was in truth a kind of fungus the human kind with little ceremony ripped off his pants revealed to her a super-numerary buttock and then another so forth until by summer the attic fairly stuffed with them rafters strained to bursting slight bulge at the soffits a shingle another falling into mock orange and hosta girdling the breezeway