i love when my clothes are covered in sand the bartender the bartender at clyde feeds me one free high noon after another he looks irish or something he hits on me we talk about being young about drinking boones farm in a mine pit a small chorus on stage sings the word misery i […]
Tag: duluth
turn to honey, turn to dust
strange dreams last night, which i anticipated. always strange dreams after we break up. restless sleep. hot. the smoke rolled in. i wake up early and beau pees on the carpet while i’m brushing my teeth. i get stung by one of the wasps living on my deck. i’ll kill them all later. i drive […]
naked i stand, tender and beloved
beau eats the rice i put on a log next to the mating lady bugs. spring! sprung! the waves roll in no particular hurry. the sun beats down on my back. “in my thoughts i have bled,” sings beth gibbons. “white horses will take me away.” seven years today since my mom died just a […]
my fetish for eternal peace
i have a fetish for knowing what’s going on. it’s, like, the most important thing to understand about me. some might say it’s because i’m an enneagram eight. others might think it’s because i was raised by a virgo. me, i say it’s because i couldn’t be more turned off by not having a clue. […]
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