it is neither a beetle nor the twilight of salt and pepper. our search
is for silverfish. it is trying to snow. the rain clears it up. there’s a blizzard
on the bus while I avoid the sweets of December. a second order
of paradise. flirting with a Dan at an Eagle. an interstate marga
rita (this is the one with the header “a search for love”) all over the chips.
a slice of modern cutie. I don’t think I’ve had the frozen regular
jugular with salsa. a deep deep secret. these new fires change objects
periodically. new objects change fires periodically. new changes
fires objects. more bugs on the stove. John’s underwear. the old wine
we still have in the fridge.
