no reason for joy
no reason for joy yet here joy lives a toad under a pink bougainvillea a hummingbird flirting with the spray of my hose a morning unremarkable am i touched gone…
no reason for joy yet here joy lives a toad under a pink bougainvillea a hummingbird flirting with the spray of my hose a morning unremarkable am i touched gone…
It is the coil. What we've burned. What we have left. There's no map or timeline to help us. This (this moment) is it. All the indication we'll have is…
"Overnight nut roaster wanted," I said. "It's perfect." "Fuck off." "No, wait. Hear me out. Night. Check. Doesn't have to deal with people. Check. Nuts. Check. What could be wrong…