we have seen our cat eat: tuna, placenta, a mouse

being that there are for Adam four ways of being—mood-health professionals being of accord—namely madam, badam, gladam and sadam— and being that said Adam rarely if ever reports himself unabashedly one -am or another, rathering when questioned to declare himself Fine-am, a nonhappening phenomena if ever there wasn’t, this illustrator in an idle moment finds his drawing paper quite spontaneously accordioned, as if to suggest division from the quite path of unimien portraiture into, instead, a quadtych, gilded, its parallel panels of –ams doing Adam a good justice, concurrently relieving said illustrator of his woothy burden, that of choosing.