And now for the wipeout.
Loving Tomkins Square Park
under a whiff of Chanel No. 5.
Halloween doesn’t have such
an eggy impact. It starts off
with a tailgate party. Happy
Monday everyone! But I can’t
breathe. We make our way
to meet up with the rest of our
clan so we can reinstall the
printer and check our e-mail.
We see the sign for a
backrub on the street, four
ladies in red asking if they
can do my boyfriend. He’s
backpacked on the sidewalk
wasting inky breath. Weekends
tailgate weekends.
