Graven

Can someone turn the heat down in here? Anyone! Can anyone hear me? It’s too much.

You’ve graven yourself onto me. Etched deep. Reminds me of a tree I once climbed. It was a thin, whippy tree. But then, I was only a thin, whippy kid so that was alright. I was after the nuts. Hazelnuts. I was in one tree and my mate, my pal, my friend – he was in the next tree. Twin trees. Both as laden with nuts as my nose was with bogies. I was always picking my nose back then. Once you’ve got yourself nice...