A DREAM:

I punctured the left rear tire on the road from Boston to Buffalo … When the tire tech at Tanguy’s Tire Emporium tried to plug the hole all manner of cavorting beasties escaped from that dark tube: elephantine glass eels, striped paramecium jaggerheads, speckled leather fromooshikns — they swirled up like a drunken twister and sucked the tech up into its vortex.

There were no more soft monsters left in the universe.

I walked the rest of the way here — to this netherworld, and frankly and crankily — I’m too tired to write.

What awaits tomorrow?

What I’m Reading:

“When I think of America, my body / aches / for something more protective than / skin. Skin is only skin deep.”

— Viktoria Valenzuela / “Oh Say Can You See”