Ceramic kisses, gifts, the jazz, the glaze. Colorful weeds, fish with textured scales, birds with combed feathers. Decent ladies, after all and clean. No sweat. Isn’t it cute? Cute undefined. The rock is cute, the sun. The sun is charming, effortless. A breezy girl in Uggs (soft suede shearling boots popular in 2008).
Watch me soup controlled fall scheme a dream   a drama   duck genre-busting sadness of advertising glory this is old glory glory after 50 here we go again sometimes wanting to go nekkid in the home kids making declarations declarative imperative let’s not expose the children let’s not expose the sun to tender skin
Today damn lucky. Tomorrow murder. Today trace elements, quartz veins in the matrix. Tomorrow job interview. Someone learning to relax, someone with a personality. Sense of humor? Where did you learn to talk? Can you sing? Sing a lullaby? January, plains of January. Sky falling, birds in hiding except for sturdy gulls.
Carving perilous paths, patient stepping, holding, watch – the moment coming. Coolness on my hand. Eyes tattered, glasses heavy on my nose. Left eyelid flickering, flickering for days. Ambivalent, ready to depart, difficulty in my legs. To cry, leave stains of hopelessness. To try, just need to look. Look, with yr miraculous glasses.