Fanning out into Pram, the Network
The smashing of your neighbors dishes times perfectly to the shattering of Wally Gators teeth.
From Bare floors and empty rooms to black and white Polaroids.
Like everything else, the finches outnumber the crows.
Home was no longer the DMZ.
Sinking, enduring with bated breath, a conclusion first. You look happy. Have you been avoiding yourself lately?
Written on 7/19/10 at a Monday night Pilot Books freewrite. Pilot books, no longer extant, was a independent book seller located on 219 Broadway East, Seattle, WA 98122. Summer Robinson was the owner/operator of this novel idea. She created a space where local writers could gather and sell their work.
This post was generated on 8/28/2011 at 1412 Summit Ave, 210, Seattle, WA 98122.