not free
the tree out front and i have dermatitis. the tree’s is most spectacular: papery curling shelves on trunk and limbs. my sickness: delighting in the suffering of others.
the tree out front and i have dermatitis. the tree’s is most spectacular: papery curling shelves on trunk and limbs. my sickness: delighting in the suffering of others.
my stepmother would pick me up from her parents’ house. i would have been asleep. i sat in the back seat. that am radio: i can tune it in at will now, making wishes that never come true.
i haven’t forgotten the flower that hid in your bosom, or the honey of your voice when we both had landlines. the winter dried up all our bushes, but sweetie, it’s spring: these wings, they know their purpose.
TIK-ka-tik-TIK ka-POP tik TIK-ka-tik BANG neighborhood hambone, cooling-off cars. no cats. crisp. too busy for midnight. jeez, the cops. tomorrow. ENOUGH.
seven hundred bucks a decade and a half ago. three times in the pawnshop since. i loan it out. it sings for better hands than mine. a good investment.