While I was quietly doing nothing all day
but feeding the geese their stale corn-kernels
and manicuring the Guernseys
in preparation for the Registered-Guernsey-Cow Auction-Day,
lurched into my life,
something unknown, from nowhere, with eyes like Alaska,
and offers of what it proclaims will be Permanent Joy
in exchange for a home,
in exchange for a home with me.
So what am I supposed to do, Our Lady
– casserole it?
What am I supposed to do I want to know.
– Selima Hill