Flutter WingspanCarol Guess
Old Town de-ices streets with Doritos. The robins are confused this year. December, and they cling to icicles, heralding some past year's spring. At the corner of Cornwall and Alabama, a speeding truck cuts me off at WA-. Bootprints look like hand grenades. Today my heart broke while I was walking the dog. Sometimes The Aloha Motel is enough and sometimes I tell the truth about disasters. spider witch watchstrap The past never stops. Your galley kitchen and knives in a block. The blind dog spins, wipes out on ice. Follows a ball to the tune of its crackle. Cold creeps into sleeping houses and burns strange faces onto glass.
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