i’m thankful for d’s comparison, as we drove home from wendy’s, of the gaudy finish of an enormous pickup truck to a harness for dildos.
i’m thankful to tear open the paper bag that your hamburgers and french fries come in from the fast food restaurant, creating a surface for the fries to sprawl across and a reservoir for ketchup.
i’m thankful for the description of clouds in ‘alias grace’ as being the laundry of angels hung out to dry in the sky.