July 5
colder this side of the pass rain and the threat of rain, almost worse i think for being imagined, and you couldn’t imagine the things i can think in the vastness of a room
colder this side of the pass rain and the threat of rain, almost worse i think for being imagined, and you couldn’t imagine the things i can think in the vastness of a room
a roadside stand cherries in their sunburn hues the sky and the Chevy flat baby blue the clouds roll right off and crooked birds fall into paper hills and sometimes nothing is what comes from nothing some mylar sheeting a layer of dust