No Return

I like divorce.

I love to composeletters of resignation; now and thenI send one in and leave in a lemon-hued Huff or a Snit with four on the floor.

Do you like the scent of a hollyhock?

To each his own.

I love a burning bridge.

I like to watch the small boat go overthe falls — it swirls in a circlelike a dog coiling for sleep, and its frail bowpokes blindly out over the falls' lipa little and a little more and thentoo much, and then the boat's nose dives and buttflips up so that the boat points doomilydown and the screams of the soon-to-be-deadlast longer by echo than the screamers do.

Let's go to the videotape, the news-caster intones, and the control room does,and the boat explodes again and again.