You rake what's underneath into a pile, compact it
Turn it into bread
You present this bread to the King
who discovers a golden key baked in the loaf
He uses this key to unlock the bread-bearer's chest
revealing the sky of another kingdom
But this kingdom is on an ocean world
that begins to drain
then the camera pans up, out of the sink, to a boy brushing his tooth
"Mom, I lost my tooth"
Mom grabs the tooth and tosses it into a little yellow box
that holds all the other teeth.
This is what I was thinking of while my dad was talking to me
at length about something while I was walking with him.
Am I a bad son?
If my father reads this will I then be a bad son?
What does it mean to be a bad son?
Do I care about my designation as a bad son or a good son?
Is there such a son as is neither good nor bad?
Supposing that all sons save one son vanished from the earth,
would that remaining son's status as a bad soon or a good son
remain unchanged?
More generally, does one's status as a bad or good son depend
upon the status of other sons?
Does anyone care if they are a son?
Does the sound of son affect our perception of son?
Why is it embarrassing to speak of sons?
Is it embarrassing because the fact that I have written many lines now
about the concept of "son" implies that I for some reason care
about this concept, or my status within a son-structure?
Why is it embarrassing to care?
Is it embarrassing or is it simply boring?
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