12 April 2026
Rosy day
My feet went surfing and found a dream beer a beer that juices the mouth and wets the gut that kicks history into a big blue sky and combs the skin. I brought news of this beer to my love room where I could bend it in private I warped it and kissed it and gave it long names then I plucked its pages and ground them into a clean face, which I wrapped in wax paper and left on the stoop jutting out from where my best friend used to live