Sitemap - 2008 - 34MAG
My wife loved sitting on that blue bench by the window in the Quick Clean Launderette.
He says he needs to do something in the cloakroom.
Now I see it wasn’t me at all.
It’s the same earth again and again.
All I knew was that I wanted out of there.
Who paints empty cans of SPAM?
Sometimes I try mid-afternoon.
For her 80th birthday, we decided to give Grandma Rena an oxygen tank.
He stood in the street with a phone playing muzak. He took a deep breath.
The phone was ringing and I waited for it to stop.
What’s the difference, I say. What would be an actual fortune?
Like, sin insurance. So I don’t have to worry about Hell or anything.