Picture our delirious seaand trudge in with a bitter sing Friend,I showed up; under my arm was a…
In Portland we find blown out cartoon roses on all the garbage trucks and sewer grates. We
At three o’clock there’s nothing to do, nothing but the metal-on-metal of memory clanging the nerve…
You uber back from the library unsurewhether to confess to your girlfriendthat…
Home. Who am I without it? The tilting desk chair in the upstairs bedroom, I sliced my kneecap on a nail…