saturday's child mister on friday night. it's raining now. it was spose to dip down to the minus teens. if it does everything will be limned with ice. i'm soul glad i got mister here and don't hafta (can't say like nafta no more) ride. it was still dark when we went out. mister was breathing heavy off and on and i knew he would want a big drink and then relief. it's still dark. the sky's opaque with moisture. between fog and rain and snow. now we are cozy back in our side by side beds. i'm reading the revisionaries. there's a loony river and a loony asylum and loonies released at large. there's a flickering man and a man that folds himself until he disappears. there's a secret world under the streets.