I’m in the basement

while you understand I’m leaving you alone for awhile yet, another will come in my place and stand in the shoes of your diaper to prepare kitchen dinner with food of grace, the only type of steaming chicken you’ll eat chicken tender in butter and salted to your perfection, the type of preparation only good […]

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Growing Old

a splotch won’t move, yet take it by the hand and sway, whatever scissor delivery spasmodic tinker-shank glottis circumnavigates out of the funnel makes room for distress pixel and this is noble even if strange, irony a membrane, mole-hill, anti-climactic, pre- saw knowledge, cutting the un-made, never persevered correctly jam saturating lung capacity to move […]

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