Tuesday, 8/6/2013

* bent over a qwerty again, wiggling my fingers
* shoulders feel like one fused bone axe
* went to a meeting, ate strawberries
* “whatever decisions you make today will be fortunate”
* sirens reminding reminding reminding (near and then far)
* Salinas a small city cuts itself daily
* daily bleeds itself; expells ill humours
* murders carpenters teens paralegals addicts mothers
* in Peet’s, working, wordswordswords swords
* the sky bunched and gray when I walk outside
* becauseweretiredofallthekilling you are invited
* let’s have a picnic on the sidewalk no alcohol