#drop drop

she woke me at three am to warn me about something, i couldn't figure out what. later i realized, the old man had gotten up extra early to fire up the smoker. night walkers and fire. warn and warning

trying to figure how to heat and inflate crushed plastic water bottles inside a mold to make heads and feet of animals. seamed and lined and irregularly crystaline inside with unexpanded material but still translucent. like a tight paperwad slightly loosened with water but plastic and heat. i can picture it but it's outside my usual, and i can't figure where to start

she saw a black cat out the window and nearly busted out the screen with hollering. i had to go outside and push it back in with tack nails

there's not an english word for epiphany that describes a manifestation of devils rather than dogs. i keep thinking of books i want to check. books i lost from the before times. i've been forced to turn to other languages

the crows are outside demanding more fruit. the new mulch is sending up mushrooms all over. the coffee is cold