Dead On Architecture Dream

too sore to sleep

darling,


there are no words
other than blowing you a kiss
out the top bus window


there are no tears this time
because you look
so handsome in that hat

Dear Gramma,

I Want A Story

A Recipe for Romance

i'm looking at the leaves
and
thinking about where
we
were one year before.

a recipe for romance.
tummy,
will you come home
soon
i hope you are prepared
for
this, 2 weeks and 4 days,

i'm smelling the air
and
thinking about
either
starting a fire
or
building something significant.

2 weeks and 3 days
2 weeks and 2 days
2 weeks and 1 day
2 weeks
1 week and 6 days
1 week and 5 days
1 week and 4 days
1 week and 3 days
1 week and 2 days
1 week and 1 day
1 week
6 days
5 days
4 days
3 days
2 days