A tiny crustacean uses her claws

to attach herself to a greenland

shark's cornea. The parasite is

called a copepod. She eats cells

off the surface of the shark's eye,

and the lesions make pale circles

over the shark's pupil. The shark goes

blind from the scars, at which point

the copepod starts to make a baby.

She trails her egg sac out of the

shark's eye. The sac drifts alone

like a loose rope, waving.

I remember seeing this show at Disneyland, and eating a burger with french fries at the cafe outside the bear theater with my father. A girl sat close by with an oxygen tank and a plastic mask over her face. I thought I could smell the plastic. I tasted it in my food. Maybe she could taste it in her food. My father told me her skin had melted in a fire. He was so sure. Later I couldn't think of the trip without smelling her.

Future little boys and girls won't believe it was ever possible to get paper gifts like these on your front steps before breakfast. ("Steps?")

A.E.W., "Laura"

A.E.W., "Fixtures"

A.E.W., "7 Figures"

A.E.W., "No. 17"

Galelyn Williams, "Sam"

A chair made from a playground slide.

Rachel Maddow is good for television. This drawing looks like it's been faxed.

Shoes made for hiking.

Thank you Lake Tahoe, and all things pine trees.

These photographs were found by searching "dad 1965" and "dad 1967" on the internet.

The inside of an apartment in Queens. Photographs by G. Paul Burnett of the New York Times. If I could justify commuting an hour to work, this would be my ideal space. Wouldn't it be nice to leave it empty? I could hang all my things in barrels out the windows.

Helene Schjerfbeck, self-portrait

Helene would have made a good grammy.

Behind my refrigerator there's a dead mouse with its bottom-half split open, spilling little pill organs. I grab the mouse’s tail. It's warm. I walk the thing to the sink for a bath, no, blood drips and the drops make ticking noises on the floor like they're counting.

Dads that take you to the playground are so great.

They're even better when they dress you in American flag pants, and buy you a balloon with Mickey-mouse's ghost inside.

November 21 this picnic basket will be up at an estate auction in Windsor, Connecticut. I'd like to make friends with whoever gets it.

“Go Go Ghost Lamp” by Corey Daniels, student at the Appalachian State University. Made with 121 recycled plastic knives collected from a fried-chicken restaurant.

I want one of these, but with food scraps hanging from the bottom.