I was walking down Martin St. when I encountered the spirit of Stevie Nicks, who was walking down Flores St.
How can I know what half of two is if I don’t even know what one is!?
the pollen swarm is passing strewed the snarling snout AHHH- AHHCHOOO’d hold on, hold on here comes another biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig breath in AHHH… AAAHH– –PAUSE– it’s quiet up here this frozen millisecond where velocity is zero and my eyes are closed at the apex of this sneeze I am not rising I am not falling and … Continue reading Benadryl, a poem
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