I'll Wait Here In Steam I Make Myself
I ate a small package of peanut butter crackers in a hospital parking lot. The light was milky and reminded the earth of the last time someone said No thank you I'm fine. A three-masted schooner made of rain and sun cleared the foothills, hovered toward me standing with my thumb stuck in a bottle. Food fell out of the sky. Something fell out of the sky I tried to fit into my mouth.