Come — be my little play date We’ll swing high and dance in puddles Then nap like children

in the morning while we kiss quiet surrender for an hour before the single word

My wife wants me to quit drinking, ’cause the more I drink, the more I talk. I smiled at her as said, ‘That’s called pintification.’

OCD is at its worst when tasked with washing all the white clothes, then realizing you’re wearing white underwear.

short but very pointed busy draining a crowded swamp hatred fills Chamber

Being called ‘crazy’ isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, after all one must compete with California for the title.

Narcissist at work, Construction is underway, Me, myself, terribly flawed.

I can’t be the only one who find’s Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s name hard to say. So I’m compromising: Alexandria Occassional-Cortex.

My alone time is actually for everyone’s safety.

not the sound, but those drops of rain nursing Mother Earth’s burnt skin drown the dry and scatter the ants some ebbing from umbrellas yet met face up by another