Uncle Douglas brought over a vial of liquid mercury and poured it out on the kitchen table. Don't touch. He and my dad teased it with pencils, but it was stubborn and elusive. They were conducting an experiment. I took it to be an illicit experiment.
Loading mercury with a pitchfork
your truck is almost full. The neighbors
take a certain pride in you. They
stand around watching.
Richard Brautigan
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