twenty-4 years later an’ I’m still sittin’ in a drawer with the odd things that I plan to use or fix some day, gettin’ tangled in my own cord
Tuesday, March 10, 2026
groceries list
assumpt-tion is the mother
fucker of invention;
go-on…tell me what I’m
thinking’…what I mean;
odds are, if my brain
and mouth aren’t syncin’
it’s groceries or to-do
redneck city girl
suddenly missing
the sultry smooth
of a Texas boy’s
intent and the ease
in which I was me