Wanda Nada. Wanda the wonder, wander the wondering mother. Wanda
vibrating in the dark. Down in the tuna darks. The turning tuna darkness,
full of phosphorescence and slimy mechanisms. The mechanisms of the ocean
are slimy tubes and valves many miles in length, hidden in the guts of
the earth.

Waves of sex came off her like radiation. I was afraid all my hair would
fall out. Is that why they call it fall out? No, because pieces of sky
fall out of the atmosphere. Flakes of sky falling from the atomic
overcast.

She pressed up against me. I could feel her nipples against my chest,
like marbles taped to her breasts. Her breath smelled like gum. Her corn-
colored hair undulated, and her cornflower eyes flashed saucy menace.
"Let's go in the equipment room," entered my ear on hot sweet breath.
"Fuck yeah," I confirmed.