February 2010
January 2010
“Vagina!”
Chicago
There are trees with branches heavy-laden. Snow covers them, almost broken at their joints. They reach out toward the interstate as we drive past, as quickly gone as we came. They are desperate calling for attention or at least someone to notice, perhaps a small individual driving past in a rush to a city colder than the one in which she was born. Yes, that may do.
“ugghhh, I just want to play with a puppy!!!!”
