you know what i really wanna do?
i really wanna ride on one of those swing thingys
with the parachutes that gets pulled behind a motorboat.
maybe this summer.
maybe spring break in mexico.




my mom used to own a pair of lace up red keds. i want them.
i am going to get a blue pair. or maybe black.




the nakedness of woman is the work of God.
excess of sorrow laughs.
excess of joy weeps.
William Blake

(my mother loved him when she studied english in college 40 years ago.)