Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
A strange association, William, but the minute I read it I thought of the way I was obsessed as a child with a certain thought. If ever I saw a banana peel on the road, on the floor, on the ground anywhere I must pick it up and move it to a safe place, otherwise someone might slip on it. If I left the peel where I had first found it I began imagining all sorts of horrid sights, people falling and breaking their bones. I'm beginning to sound somewhat obsessive. Perhaps I was then. Now I think I might only need kick that banana peel into the gutter. And not feel responsible for the consequecnes of someone else's carelessness. My goodness, what associations: yours from sweeping the floor to bananas in the hold, mine from banana peels on the floor to terrible mishaps.
In other words, we’ve both gone bananas. I forgot to mention that at one point, while on my hands and knees, I could feel the deck of the ship rocking to and fro.
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