I Hate The Words Chicken Cutlet

Squeezing blood oranges between my fingers. Strawberry bread. Letters projected on a face--purple lines across a forehead. The skull bursting. They scrabbled about. Lou the maintenance man telling me about a water rat knawing his uncle's infected elbow in the night and his to-die-for butternut recipe as he mouseproofs my house. The name Ella. A tin of chocolates. A cast iron skillet. Like gum sticking to the bottom of my shoe...A changeling. A jar of honey. Teeth soup. Opalescent. A nanny goat. A billy goat. A key hole.