medicine hat

because the high notes make my red blood cells bounce

new names and new faces on their way home

I'm getting a dog. Actually, it's a puppy with rabbit ears, and his name will be Uncle Phil. Or Chainsaw Rogers. Or Something Ridiculous Like That. Should I name him Jesus?

Also, I like sitting in the backseat, in the middle. I like being in the middle, not the front, and not first, and I don't like making decisions when every option appears to be the most appropriate. Take that how you will.

Summer seems to be getting exponentially better every week and I haven't thought about the primary colors I left at home for a long, long time. I do want the other ones though, the Unicorn colors and Garden colors and frisbee in the backyard and learning how to drive a stick shift.

List of All Sorts of Things, or At Least Two Things

I am the world's best procrastinator.

Reading Shakespeare out loud is one of my favorite things, but I need other real people to play the other characters. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

calling souls from an early afternoon pay phone prayer

Where do you go sometimes? It puzzles me.

Shouldn't I be able to keep your secret for you, since it does belong to me too?

Because what if unthawing is never a possibility,

And the capacity for denial folds down into itself until the layers are impossible to separate,

As deep as the bluegrass lexicon lake

We read about while we sleep, imagining permanent shore vacations,

Pale skin and the ghost friends who swallow simplicity and forget how to goodbye.

Marion, you are a witch. did you know before I told you?

superstition, ocean wind waves kill creatures and she’s a creature.

he will scoop the waves into his hands and fling them away. He will stare down water monsters and stringed sphinxes until the salt melts away, leaving a two second spray of sweet scent before it lays back down sleepy.

she will extinguish and wither. she will drown in air.