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ikelya friendly cow has come to sit
with me while I die. He is not weeping on my facehe is licking it with bovine simplicity.
He is desirous of conversation or a biscuitor maybe he just wants to help a fellow
mammal. A comradely cow. I wonder if it will make him sad when I expire. Perhaps I
should wait a bituntil he is gone. Shall I waitComrade Cow? Yesthe cow says. Wait.
Wait.
I wait. It is cold herein the sun. I shiver. The cow wraps me in slender arms (my
hallucinationmy rules
nyahh
) and lays me in her cow lap. All cows are girlsor at least
all cows with laps. Boy cows have no available lap spaceowing to their masculine
construction. Waitsays Comrade Cow. Just wait.
I lie there in this damned uncomfortable position for seven hoursnine minutes and eight
seconds. I know this because I count them. Comrade Cow sits with me all the way through
does not stop talking that entire timeand does not let me fall asleepwhich I would love to
do. I become a Cow-ist (to rhyme with Mao-ist and Dao-ist). I live for Comrade Cow. And
then finally a bulbouscarrot-shaped silver Airstream bus appears in my field of vision like
a road-going whaleand from its belly
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