… of ellipses & bovinity divinity …

… it was something about ellipses …

. . . to space them . . .

… or not …

… they decided not …
… but it was quite the kerfuffle …
… two bovine …
… cow & heifer …
… the intransigence biblical …
… the humors murderous …
… all bile & spleen …
… phlegmatic pops heard …
… u cow!
… u sow!
… pig!
… udder hanger!
… they stood ankle deep in effluvia …
… let’s not fight any more, please …
… yes! from now on — every day, and in every way, we’ll be better, better, and better …

… the aromatic smell of hickory smoked barbecue permeated the farm the following week …
… and nary a moo was heard …

What I’m Reading:

. . . muteness an onomatopoeia of the rising moon.

— Forrest Gander / “Ligature 4”