hot hill kills

the last (haiku)

fridge cool the mornings
furnace in the afternoons
the last hot hill … kills!

What I’m Reading:

“I survived Canajoharie climb …”

— T-Shirt on CETC Tour

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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