I saw this little girl
terrorist, bowling, quite
unsuccessfully. The Secret

Police (Hey, NSA) were hang-
ing from ceiling tiles, arms
stretching down like

confetti, but they never
could stop the balls, and
the girl howled in vicious

laughter at a couple toppling
pins for each one she hit was
another city, and this is why

the number of pins was not
part of the battle for her.

One here or there, “I don’t
need no strikes,” she
screamed hoarsely.