My pet fish is missing. I predict he is dead. I killed my last two fish, Hiro and Sasha, accidentally and this one, Federico (Garcia Lorca) Vladimir (Nabokov), was a replacement. I don’t suspect the cat. But she is notoriously tricky.
…
when I was young
I had one blue cloud
one house burning
dead goldfish around
some lucky
parents loving me
I’m biting grandfather
on the nose
standing in his lap
sisters bathing
in loneliness
gothic neovictorian
rebel rimbaud in kingdom
of image
double life
movie
…

What I learned today: poisonous toads live here. eating pineapple makes you taste better in bed. I may be much more annoying than previously thought. uh-oh.