Enclosed, please find Zorba's lamb shank. Please find a coveted booklet.
A prerequisite. In the future, when you shadow, please find a subtle
distinction between street and theater.
I craze the window in her butchered sedan. I leverage her documents,
spilling from the console. Figure these. Repeat.
From My Zorba by Danielle Pafunda (Bloof Books, April 2008)