Since I am at a loss of words this week this has made poems for me.

1.
She looked
like my father,
memorial day 1982.
Then pisser of me graciously
back out with[out] a comment.
personality, you Sylum
brahe, at 6:53 AM comparing myself
to her and
love. I walk

2.
and Jason
in high school, ready for the beach, with pearl
snaps

3.
does this then proceed
to bolt. I acted like a
black Patton purse
This bar smells like a bunch
of Biology

okay its bloody awful, and not worthy of a weeks worth of not writing.
More soon