Direction

North has a crush on South, but doesn't want East to know, who is South's life partner. North is busy making grits, baking biscuits, and cooking up ham, but is afraid South might be offended that North assumed South would like this kind of food. South is playing with a yo-yo. East is plotting against West, who in this instance is symbolized by a witch (ho hum.) The compass blooms into a flower, diamond snakes writhe in its petals. The man carrying the map wonders what relationships directions have when he isn't looking at them. When they're off the clock distance fades into a muddy background, indistinct, brown and common. North wonders if he's mastered his accent. East and South go back to bed, making a sun. West laughs, swings her mighty broom all over the earth.