#11

out of the corner, a horsey sunny thing, a fence meets the road. we don't leave, we won't leave, all the cool cotton, all the dusty plants.

this is the only place i understand men and women, this is the only place it's too warm to sleep.

all animal literature, all actual sense, i know how to cry here, and how to not be so sad.

this generational business, this old old thing, i like the way you know my mother, i like the way you grieve.