The Corduroy Mtn. I Have Been Trying Hard Sasha Fletcher i thought i was something else, like a small pearl handled revolver or a stained tooth. or the sort of thing that swallows other things whole, or a bird that eats things you need, but not necessarily good things though, or the dead, the undead, an afterlife, i thought maybe i was up in heaven, where it was cloudy. i was a definition in the dictionary. it seemed solid, like a sturdy thing to be. then i was an old country singer surrounded by weeping strings and pedal steels and weeping women singing and everyone weeping. sometimes, she says, she doesn't know what i am talking about. i feel the same way. i say this in my head. i also say in my head that it is good she lets me get things off my chest like this. the other day i thought there was something very heavy on my chest like an anvil, but when i opened my eyes it was a bandit crouching there, and that turned out to be a dream. it was raining. big surprise right? previous | next Added to The Corduroy Mtn. on December the Seventh in the year two thousand and eight.