She plants solitary yams-- A good ...

She plants solitary yams-- A good year for yams, Earwax of the earth. Plugging the territory
He sweats in his enclosed seat [i]or[/i] seats His silver tie cleaves his ribs. Lapels fin. His pitchers of water on the stairs are gone
Fifty years, the house none burned. The stairs gestated a needles fear. She threw on the outside all the jugs. Thirsty stairs.
Upstairs, the bathtub spigot. slavers russeting The enamel shell.