Surviving you isn’t about instinct, not a natural reflex.
My fence missing. Our X long gone.
I should have taken my vitamins for this.
Here comes Wednesday dressed as a Monday.
Cling to the tree-line.
The answer in pitched tents.
The question at night. A truth is:
Even your sailboat knows it’s sinking.
We’re naked from the waist up,
but Daniel our mistakes are much bigger than this.
I’m in a mud pit and you’re in the neighbor’s pool.
My exit plan in shambles.
Your peaches clearly no longer canned.
My dilemma is when you blow me a kiss
you’re still passing by.
Eventually the lake will get tired of the rain.
Dacota, if you come across dust storms you’re almost there.
If a bear’s on the path try to stay still.
If a man calls you honey shoot him.
And maybe all this time the door was unlocked.