Monday, May 25, 2020

I love my refrigerator


My refrigerator is an abstract landscape.  Then again, is landscape ever a truly abstract experience.  This is certain, pandemic writing has a different gesture-palette,  palate, and pallet, for sure.

1 comment:

  1. Lawns became important in their suburban world,
    and so her younger brother took to tending them
    and burning the leaves of their neighbors.
    In his beat up truck he was somebody
    to be counted on, someone who counted.
    The tinkering with machines was just the beginning
    of his long road to manhood--the smell of grease
    and cigarettes as he joined his older brothers
    in the woods for mischief. Too bad one day the mower
    cut his finger off, but he married well much later,
    and showed us all his surprise.

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