In 'packing For Mars,' I Tried To

Instead, I Quietly Excused Myself And Went To The Bar, To Commune With Spirits I Know How To Relate To.

The Human Head Is Of The Same Approximate Size And Weight As A Roaster Chicken. I Have Never Before Had Occasion To Make The Comparison, For Never Before Today Have I Seen A Head In A Roasting Pan.

Softball Is The Reason Washing Machines And Bleach Are So Popular. Don't Think So? Just Ask A Softball Mom.

Sharing A Room With A Cadaver Is Only Mildly Different From Being In A Room Alone. They Are The Same Sort Of Company As People Across From You On Subways Or In Airport Lounges, There But Not There. Your Eyes Keep Going Back To Them, For Lack Of Anything More Interesting To Look At, And Then You Feel Bad For Staring.

There Are People Who Would Love To Spend Their Last Ten Years, Or Five Years, Or Whatever It Is, On The Surface Of Mars.