People die sometimes. Food is everywhere.
Like Brent writes, “Anyone could have written this.”
And indeed. What is Brent?
Being in bed. A baby. Waiting for sounds.
Witness: Clouds. Earth. Swivel chair.
Two sailboats. Midnight Cowboy.
I felt a little trashy afterwards.
I belong nowhere. I’ve already said this.
I’ve already said everything.
