Last Ride
I do miss that sky.
JAKE
Best in Show, Reserve Champion
This is not Apple Strudel’s first showing. She’s been shown from the Milky Way to the Pisco Nebula.
Philosophic Fragments
Love is a memory. Love is a memory that’s present, / A memory not resolved, not passing into past,
Desert Meadow
All through winter life burnt; all through spring. / Autumn, a spoke on the same wheel, will repeat
Strange Uterus
The fire danced, made the shadows quiver. The pile of mail, the letter opener on the cabinet, the single bookshelf: all creeping in at the edges of the darkness.
I’m glad I’m not rich because I’m pretty sure I’d be an asshole
you can never be an ocean / if you’re afraid to make waves
Before Kickball
Home plate the man hole cover / Pitcher’s mound that line of orange spray paint