SATURDAY MORNING CARTOONS

Sometimes I’ll do a deal and swear there must be cameras in the trees, a production crew stashed in a trailer around the next curve, so mad are the scenes. The agent on the other side is an AWD caricature, a Disney villain, all pink grin and don’t-care inventions. The buyer claims to know more than god, and the only songs are Alice Cooper songs. Muscle dogs snap at the fences, buckets of gelatinous slobber spill over our feet, and swells of raven blacken grey skies.

Other times it’s fine.