I once buried a horse in my backyard. The hole was exactly how I had imagined it when I was child. Two fixed eyes, an unintelligible soul. I kept it all, then walked to through the presidio. Off to the hospital, for a nappy nap. Hare
There are reasons to keep a forced disposition. The breathing on the other end, the feet hanging off the side of the bed. Once you fear what you don’t understand, it’s over. The bill has gone up, you swerve in and out of lanes. You can’t remember the last time you fell asleep next to your wife. Lately you’ve been taking random walks through yards all over town. Every time the flood lights shine, you feel it again. Heaven Right now, there are thirteen children under desks. Before that, I can’t remember anything. So the bears all nestle calmly in time for the resting season. Through the windows, I see the winter. Comments are closed.
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