i'm afraid to breathe in case i break the spell

Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.

When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.

Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.

I roll onto my side and stare out the venetian blinds at the blue sky beyond. After a few minutes I'm lulled into a sort of peace. The sky, the sky--same as it always was.

Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.