and still counting

revolt, revolt

just right corn

no one ever knows

the worse, the better

emails about kneecaps

clasped hands

can you leave?

waiting for the physical

here, without

oatmeal on the logging roads

slurplus

motel champagne in God’s country

midwest stagnancy

the time has come

misunderstandings

wealth of ones and zeros

still barreling on, all these years later

extra extradition dishin’

i even hate fake torture