I dreamed of a snake
that would go into
hibernation
by completely drying itself
but it had the voice
of this woman I knew
she would talk
until I was sleepy
vulnerable to a strike
and I wondered
if I had found that point
where I was supposed to do
something
Biblical
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
