furniture Q As we've been with each other in touchable space never; you must've wondered, when I've moved or you've: Is this funny? If this be a game, is anyone winning? From the scrabbled board, beyond angelfire pictionaries, I'd seek, if you'd, to buy furniture for a place, still implacably invisible. Where we could live enough, well fed, even as we might dally for a time for our old, squeaky brass bed, wistful with you and me in reach, to sing, and sing, and sing, sing, sing. 060227 what's it to you? who go blather from