Several wives also lived in the Buff Creek Camp.
They were there, all alone during the day, and kept loaded rifles
close at hand at all times. Mrs. Jesse Bemis scoffed, paroling
around in the night.
“If he stops by for lunch, we’ll give
him a bellyful of lead,” declared
the young wife, her eyes on the rifle by the door.
Sitting down
at her kitchen table, Mrs. Jesse Bemis wrote a letter to Editor
Genzoli.
A world of animals, animalism, mimesis, murder, and matricidal
meter.
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