I wronged. They giving me dirty looks again. Talking about the
basement. Dont talk about the basement in front of me. The expected
slapping of my buttocks with the chain. The fiends. The stone-faced
nazis. I live in the halflight of one the top rooms-a tiny, dusty one
with red rosy wallpaper that would suit only a very old woman. I want
them and jesus to give me the unfettered daylight, so that i might
know it like i know the gloom, but they deny me. With good reason.