Story of me being somewhere else.
Water tasted good a day before the vote.
A spike on the emotion scale. (cf. add’l story of me)
My feminine side made my teeth squawk
and increased productivity. Now we are free.
We freed ourselves from the blood.
(As always, the must.) This increases years.
Years later...he likes birds driving under the influence.
And a picture of the moon with snow in my hair.
That was the difference between tepid and tropical.
Our November
through the whole damn universe.
