Gala

Doglegs and dollops—perverse agitations that might be able to help. I am alone here caring for both.

My motorway—untraveled by deadbeat descendants.

Emergency in stairway 4! Toffee stuck on my canines and it’s too much for me to manage.

Does anyone have a lead on caribou to traverse my motorway? A few housemartins perhaps? Maybe a laxative deputation on horseback?

I’m not sure we need more greatest hits medleys in a society rife with pestilence—perhaps a one hit wonder?

Hence, my motto: Just a bit of melodrama and we’re on the move closer to the asylum.

See you at the gala.

What I’m Reading:

“childhood
is only a cage
that widens
like this sunlight honest
through the clinic window”

— Ocean Vuong / “Dear Peter” / Time Is A Mother