Love is nice hair. The rapture of
the Ozarks, Lisbon, Tangier. There’s
just too much to read.
I wrote a dull note, hit my head
on the J-Way. Head-on? I
write a dull note. Get hit
head-on on the J-Way while
picking out Hawaiian trends
over a birthday drink. I was
shot into the billows.
“Sparkling river, broken leg.”
Autumn’s first big day is
really pretty. A breeze
from tree to tree. We’re
going to Italy in the spring
to watch the soccer, whether
or not we make that goal.
“Nice wok.” “Nice red
Pontiac.”
