Q&A

In the mornings he pulled on the trousers of the day but could not choose between his corn belt and his bible belt.

& your mouth spills
smoke into my mouth

When I was a child the yard was full of slugs. Juncos and black flies.Mom gave us nickels and dimes to take snails to the pond Tossed into bushes along the path,I’d enjoy the weight of them leaving my hand…