the K-mart picture of a flower pot cooks in splashed sunlight and the wall broils a cup of plastic ice two assholes youve never talked to in your life help you shuffle to the shitbowl.
Im afraid flea markets are the same all over the world. Im afraid beaches are too. Im afraid nudist ones are no exception.
it starts on the highway east a mangled bicycle, two black shoes just on the lip of the tar top road a blue car, the police peacocks preen and strut
Milk chocolate, (sugar, cocoa butter, Milk, chocolate, lactose, Milk fat, Soy lecithin an emulsifier,
I. You thought this would be a dance lesson, things were easier then. No marimbas, no clarinets; only a longing for the fun to begin. Rain came down.
Perhaps the gods are like us: a couple breathless on a narrow bed. They speak in low voices, watching a fly cross the ceiling.
We scrunched under the desk where I once memorized the lives of saints and heroes