THEM APPLES & THEN SOME:

Yesterday’s rehearsal with a throat that coughed & sputtered
sounded good. All these years & I still don’t get the body I
was given. It can crawl around on it’s knees in the dark,
hacking & sniffing then transform into this deliriously-happy,
articulate gazelle for ninety minutes. Still haven’t found the
exact switch that turns makes it do that, but I think I’ve found
the room it’s hiding in.

(K)