I had recollected myself from the impertinent

I had recollected myself from the impertinent psychomagnets of the world. I walked among them now, my hairy belly to the wind, taunting their advertorial compulsions. As for pity,

juggling. But my love for photography evaporated when a memory surfaced in my mind-I was the killer. I had always been the killer. My memory was jogged by the rocking of the

cradle & my mommy singing a lullaby to me. So, I HAD been reincarnated...again! As I lay in my cradle, I wracked my infantile brain: Where was my camera? Where did I hide the body?

Why do I have tentacles? This last question shocked me into a new reality: I was the legendary Squidgirl. Suddenly, the roof blew off and the walls fell away. I could see every

nook and cranny I had ever imagined as a child. My mum designed my costume, regardless of the scene, since she was a professional costume designer at the Steppenwolf Theatre.

My costume was that of a dike. During my brief but important role and was supposed to fail. When the dam broke

broke loose from her stall and the colt went with her. I had left it in my saddle. The townspeople were all giving me the fuzzy eye. Then I remembered I was dressed like a dyke.

Or was it a Van Dyke. I'm not completely sure, but the townspeople's fuzzy eyes were bothering me. The way they focused on my every move. The colt and the saddle both disappeared.

There was nothing left for me to do but become the village idiot. I spent my last days sitting on the cemetery wall and peeing in my pants for spare change. I liked my job.