A woman in a lemon kimono;
her slave; a few maidservants;
a cluster of moon-worshipers; and I;
were sitting in a bathhouse in Haran;
that's when I rolled out my joke;
the one about the Etch-a-Sketch
and Attention Deficit Disorder;
you know; "When is an Etch-
a-Sketch not an Etch-a-Sketch";
and the slave volunteered; "When
it's a pomegranate"; the woman
looked disapprovingly at her slave;
maybe they were having an affair;
I toweled myself off;
later, riding
my goat through the hill country;
got kind of lost; this raggedy
cloud of Canaanites was laughing
and shouting "Nomad!" at me;
I grinned and was like, "Yeah;
I usually am kind of a nomad;
today I'm on my way to the Negev;
do you know how to get there";
This was no longer Canaan;
don't know who those guys were;
I take no comfort in other people;
they often; don't get my jokes;
