It’s cold. I heard a popping sound last night from the corner of the house and it seems to have been the siding cracking. I caulked and painted it four hurricanes ago. Now there is a rotten, frozen hole in it so fragile I am afraid to touch it.
What stands between me and the outdoors? Wallboard made of bagasse. I closed the room and locked it, and turned off the heat in it. If I get a tax refund, I will call a carpenter.
“Get it, ‘cuz I want to see you with it”
“I got no credit but I’ll get you some cash”
“Perfume like turnip greens”
“Kisses like cinnamon and burnt milk”
“You know that dress of yours, it’s made of fiberglass”
“When you move like that, I got to go to Mass”
“You so down home”
It’s cold, and it’s Mardi Gras. I go out every night I can.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
Our ceiling’s made out of bagasse, and has stood up for almost 50 years. It’s a very durable material, here at least.
Party on!