god'swife29 Apr 2003

The last stanza, you know, I mean, I'm totally serious about the corn, it's like, you know, 8 1/2 and those women at the end living in the house of his imagination, and she doesn't ant to leave eventhough she's old, and they all rise up with their brooms and laundry, it's like the corn, out of control and all over the linoleum floor.

Fucking brilliant, something so precise.