and you’ll find a lighter to hold up time-off—
and yes you’ll find I’ve been eaten by a solemn duck, beaten into
the hourglass like eggs while being told to have a vengeful day
4:12. honestly it felt good except for the pain (heel of left foot). nor 4:21
the timestamp on the international waybill. check out the watch it’s huge—
it clocked our blow (conversation) when the cookies were at my new place
and I was really in love. yes yes that’s when and where I was bested best. and
(yes, in love with his desiccated couplets.) time out for (plantar fasciitis laugh attack!)
look anyway the plovers getting chased by Rover across the camera. pay heed the
commentary. its various incarnations next to the stump washed in by the ocean.
Tuesday somewhere and the moss shows up. two minutes later it’s 4:13
and the Chinese Back Dormitory gives the waterbottle a spin {insert slumpdate here}.
death feels like the one tree in the wind that blinded the forest. I loved you for sure.
--urgent Cupid postcard at Seal Rock Inn.
