Variation XII
Mamashe left him with me curls and curled around my every limb all the against pressed warm.
One thing happens another thing happens and all these things happen together. Deep breath and read past looking. The pleasure of unreserved rolling about or lying relaxed in mud or water able or likely to shatter violently or burst apart from our common neglect.
He is where.
In the untaken photograph a glorious gold light fills the air between growing brick buildings and brown trees his many carts growing king of Occupy street. When she tried he did not like it.
What to do to walk to. What to do to walk by when known hes and shes in his homeless home giving way to unease for and a walking possible threat to him.
Ms. President, ladies and gentlemen, mother and mother,
Small hes and shes with life in the way of life failed hopes and hope after all neither small.
“I’ll see you when I see you.” Sheshade first experiences a system becoming certain. “I’ll see you,” she said.
To know the story of a life closely aquatinted and in linear time.
In the unnatural alike-ing begins the colonization of the heart.
The wind will pick you up and a gale will blow her away.
Together she and she did the dance of delicate behavior. Aggressive she and model she once lovingly built a brilliant barn to bear. With intentional opposing doors she will wind winnow hers and away she will carry a bag of floral dresses and an oversized purple heart.
Mother she owned it without owning anything. I can’t imagine her quiet where I am quite like I am with just the thing to say. Raise the children not your own as your own and time for each. While another he hhhowns his half-ass vulnerability into hems of hierarchies.
Where she comes from there’s space between things and hiking is physical. Here a rural metropolis seen from above looks something like a column laid flat a dick stretched along a single road and walking is hiking. On this walk there are more of them than there are of me talking to talking more where’s the door. If mountains are gods what is Oklahoma?
Let’s grow up and not know how.
Still many thought through many and what we do not know.
Wallow and rage all kinds. She had empty walls. What is it she smelled if one can’t smell heat? The smell and the walls fell away and she could see herself looking. I went about my day and was still there looking.
Snow helps.