as usual, Coyote leaves smiling, she sees a white horse grazing in a nearby field, she plucks a few strands of tail hair and returns to her burrow

In your nature placement, you’re constantly thinking of how you don’t like to shit outdoors. You like a toilet throne and a stall and toilet tissue.

Lightly used snow suits, size 2T, are $6 and snow boots are $3.

The woman at the Salvation Army who sorts and prices is crying a little. She seems surprised to be crying. “It’s been eighty years and I still miss her.”

laughing as those presidential faces fall sometimes up and sometimes down, all drowning in three inches of chlorinated well water

Before killing them they collected their personal effects. Their cell phones are all ringing in the box.

The context connections are far too frail, me dijo. To make them you need to pixel-point time.

even better if you lie on a hillside to watch the sunset or breathe in stars

The sculptures grow by the day, birds in ice, recognizable eagles, a bear who began as a man in a moment of dance. He does this in ice, all winter carving at dawn, carving at dusk.

Angelo, I am angry with them all, and you Monterosa Killed and killers, killing and dealing dope. No good You were, no good they are. Still, I wish their fate To be bodies stacking under the same blue smoke.