good morning backyard
i am writing songs in you and reading books and magazines and drinking coffee in you and running the cat away from you and sniffling in the heat and passing out in cigarette comas and beads of water globs on my chest and killing flies by accident and saying that’s what you get when you land on my body tho i didn’t mean to explode you on my thigh that was a mistake
we have to feed the white trash cats today
kristi turns 19 soon
finally
did anyone get my fucking mexico postcards yet what the fuck
hi hector finally you wrote me i miss you
