the song of jane pelikopolous.

My ideas are unfelicitous and my skirt too short, as ever, screamed Jane Pelikopolous. I dreamed of a room I owned to myself. I was the queen of it. I lived inside a floorboard, it was my whole world. I drank out of a thimble and I shat in a miniscule can for dolls. I bathed in a pool of water I gathered in the fingernail of a mouse. I was so small, the eye of a needle served for me as a window. How marvelous the earth appears when you are so small! In the mouth of a blossom I could live for a hundred years. Looking at the light that came into the cup. I could live on the memory of our love for a hundred years, like the aromatic smoke from a powerful flame.