my heart tremors could sink an island.
i could sink.
i was just thinking and
i need a pencil
i cannot do the interwebs, not today.
i need to write exactly what is happening on a piece of the typewriter's paper I got from that garage sale last year.
i need to lay in a field
can i show you that field
its my favorite field in the world
nobody ever writes back
i pray to the gods and the crumblies and
everything in between
that you will.
that you can fathom.