I am Beginning to Have a Thought

This is to say, not without reservation, that the leanings of tireswings, torrential downpours, and motorboats (which when tipped move like ones heart sinks and sympathetically cause a mild nausea known to sailors and townspeople of means ample enough to the purchasing of such experience in rental or retail situations as symbols of timeless but tawdry quality) are not tied to the ticking of knuckles, mail order brides, or the tugging of one’s lip by another’s teeth, for example, without a kiss, in some instances, of sudden sight, birthing rites, or triple A membership.