Here's a sort of newish one.
Ignatz is married in the strip; it's never
really explained how this factors into Krazy's love
for him.
And he always seems to perceive his wife and children
as a bit of a burden.
He's always forced to go out and get cheese for them.
So this is once again, has nothing
to do with that but it's just called "The Wedding of Ignatz."
Weight is the end of wanting.
The simples gleaming in their rests.
In the game called hypothesis, an orange
is gripped between the chin and shoulder,
then is transferred to the chin and shoulder
of the next in line.
Then a flaming log is rolled into the river,
then a chalk circle is drawn around each plate.
One day I walked to the window robed in the loveliest robe
of the year.
One day I knelt down by the fountain, a crown of parsley,
a crown of dill.
One day my hands closed on the handles.
A match tip was placed beneath my tongue.
'Listen to me.
Someone has tricked you.
There never was an apple.''