“For dinner we’re having steak and salad
and buy mushrooms.” War
in the body a pain in the neck or back acute allergies.
Acute waiter. Acute doctor. Confusion is
the new middle age. The landscape is always changing.
Acute program director whoever he was smelled of
alcohol and seemed a bit of a curmudgeon
which would fit the description perfectly. Justin read
fabulous stuff Aunt Wilma’s funeral tonight
wonderful fantastical humorous and very touching poetry
about the whiff of descriptive
a lack of pulse caskets and taxidermy.
Waiting for fennel salad and pasta way too hot over here
reading Being Dead.
