Don’t be alarmed?!? You’re telling me it’s snowing hands there and I shouldn’t be alarmed? In Texas we never have Pepsi Can clumps of snow or hand-like clumps of snow. Oh the trials you Californian people face and the big big books you read.
I’m going to milk the cow and tell the goat to stop eating Paw’s long handle underwear.
This was how I held you in the morning, with your hair all twisted up between my knuckles, and the stickiness of sweat between our bellies. You were breathing in the quiet, and the breaths escaping spread into the nothing, and I listened, and I counted out the endings stacking silent on the clock. This was a small death also, I suppose. We made out to be gre […]