, , ,

a blinking mother

who sees the stars is

one who doesn’t know what is

for dinner.

“dear girlfriend

you have made me

a pot

roast for the last time.  because

when I was eating

it out in the desert,

there was a sheriff, he shot the

chicken legs out of

my hands.”

I am out of breath

at the end of the river.  The dogs

are chasing me for so long,   they

might be wolves, but

I’m not sure.