Photo by Josie Aslakson


I drove my head into the

crow’s nest & what I heard

you wouldn’t believe.

I made an agreement

with the bird that

we would only talk

every other

Wednesday– when it suits you.

My new friend lives with a

rogue sparkplug and all their

buried children. I met some girls

at the sandbox who kicked dust

at boys 30 years ago. I

understand what it takes to

to be noticed. I’ve notified

all my Monday blues that

it’s time to

Take The Edge Off–

we’ll come around again thrice


Christmas & get this all

straightened out. I’m all straightened out

since the

bright light shown down

straight within me & pulled the dog-eyed boy

straight out.

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