(part II)
The sun is his friend. The sun is his many flavored tart. The sun tells him he is their special enemy. The sun gives me sight. The sun turns on me but turns me over. The sun is brightest when it goes away. The sun falls asleep in my lap. The sun gets drunk and calls his mother. The sun freezes my mouth to make me grow. The sun frightens my sense of joy. Sawdust inside me calls it luck.