Continental Frustrations

Mango and Malefactor are aware that their bullfinch-wide jackets are taking on water.

Our vermouth rubies too sanguine to make the needed replies. We apologize for this indication and indigestion. All gestures are pointless and rutting began early this season. Mango will keep you updated to the restoration of sense.

Don’t hold your breath.

The fence is in the pudding and the backpack is full of oppressor misconstructions within 30 to 45 parsecs. Lightseconds need not apply. The dictator’s airplane is on stand-by. We appreciate your patience while your chastity belt rusts.  

Please construe your continental frustrations as deficiencies should you have any pasties at the dry cleaners.

You may hold your breath now.

What I’m Reading:

Large moon the deep orange of embers.
Also the scent.
The griefs of others-beautiful, at a distance.

— Jane Hirshfield / “Sonoma Fire”