14 April 2026
Rosy day
My safety went surfing and found a dream beer, a beer that juices the mouth and suns the gut, that kicks history into a wide blue sky and combs the skin. I brought news of this to my love room where I could hold it in private. God I warped it and praised it and gave it long names and then plucked its dead minutes and ground them into a clean face, which I wrapped in wax paper and left on the stoop jutting out from the house where my best friend used to live