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- Stilted as an Ant in a Berry Tree
I am attracted to the curviture of the ankle. Oh, how I would like to dip merlot from the pool near the heel of it. The umbrella is denim, rolled up. Shading me in this sweetness. I look out on toes- the second being the longest, and the last barely in sight. That’s where I [...]
- Near the Boatyard
His father is a statue taking in food, calling out mistakes. Wrenching the tractor, watching television, without blinking.
“What did you ask?”
“I’m sorry?”
“About the boat.”
He is disgusted. A nap with Gracie, Water from the faucet, a few things from the other side of the garage door. “It’s just unusual that we’d have brussel sprouts”. He [...]
- Late and Alone
Three days of unexpected thunderstorms let off to a blue sky and a Friday night. A stumling ma holding up his pants as he walked bummed a smoke off of a well-dressed man in a limo; not the driver. I am thinking it could rain again anytime now as I try to get more than [...]
