11.05.05 - 1:48 p.m.

i live in a town where someone dies on the freeway and
people call around. mothers count their chicks and everybody
stops to place the people they love. this time of year
the white things are blowing like crazy.
red noses and tissue boxes on every face, every surface.

today i actually uttered the phrase
i got wood glue on my prada sunglasses.
absentmindedly, but still.



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