counts the most.
The rumpling snowplow and the
storm windows...stacked on the beans of the garage.
And then there was nothing unique
about it.
Picture the day
in the park I found on Hayes Street.
It was a time when everything was new.
And then you had to move again.
If evolution equals hypocrisy vanishing
then America is a caveman.
Here’s to keeping a list of
all of my favorite mistakes
which, if you are to trust those in the know,
is my mission statement.
And now I’m off to the next destruction.
