these are some pictures from in front of my house. this is what it looks like in front of my house when tornado sirens go on and on.
i'm pretty sure the best thing i've read today goes like this:
i called out for you twice & a boy
with your name showed up
with all the animals from the road
at the end of the storybook.
jmw, the book of whispering in the projection booth
or, maybe it was this:
the loud stuffing of people into corners with other people
and then the beautiful special people with skin kissing
each other. why does the morning seem all draggy and alive?
jb, take it
