| My Beatific Pickle Vision Illuminated gherkin, its bright body glowing from within, yellow resonance tracing our astonished faces--a stripped extension cord, a couple nails, a pickle, belly glowing like a firefly, no, a fireslug, fireleach, smoking and cracking terrifyingly, Frankenpickle stirring on the plastic cutting board, alive! until the glow fizzles, the stench rolls out windows and that damned blob of char and cucumber is like a god to us. |