on our way out.
& latch it to
our long dusk drives
Without anguish, quietly drifting.
— or do like my yiayia does
when the zucchini
(it's a long story)
suck, for the sake of our emptiness, the sweet
Senga Sengana Strawberries
I drink sunrise thoughts,
distances traveled
Over the fence —
A valid receipt is required for all returns.
So now we wait.