April 12, 2012
‘Black rice’ in the cup-holders. Sunflower seeds in the trunk. Dog-food in the air-filters. That week my car just stunk. The Jiffie Lube guy confirmed it in his greased, big-fingered hand— A little strip of beef jerky ‘bout as long as a rubber-band. He called it a ‘rolling nursery’ For that mummified baby mouse. Must’ve […]
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April 2, 2012
This pen is refillable— a black-lacquered classic— engraved with a name quite like mine, I would think. That pen is a single use of gnaw-backed plastic hemorrhaging the last of its clotted blue ink. Both are quite old. Neither is newer. Yet here I am, dropping one down the sewer. Related Posts:No Related Posts
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