I luv me a Tacoma Cucumber. When I need to get cool and translucent, I sink my little buck teeth into a Tacoma Cuke and get all jellied at the station, like I’m a watery statue, fluid yet frozen in time, with little minnows swimming inside me.

Waiting for the train on the wooden bench, parents tell their children not to stare, but they can’t help it because I’m so see-through and smooth.