spill

writing a children's book, reading fiction, a compass, collaging, first overnight with Grandma, sweet washable wall paintings, librarian cattle call, finishing a 3 year old project, latitude, beginning with the new, finishing additional three-year-old projects, walking in the wilderness, teaching my boy, playing in the dirt, longitude, cleaning up the backyard, franz ackermann's mental map series, alice munro, women, women, women, knots, the 25, the 300, the 800, arithmetic.  

ugh.ill.yuck.

At work, there's a gnarly, black sink drain hole that I keep accidentally jamming my index finger into.
I know it's there, I try to avoid it, but I jam my finger in. This should be a metaphor for something or many things but really, I can't take much more analysis.

Be Sunflower Tall

beefcrotch

Woman grabs her crotch and yells
"I've got your BEEF RECALL right hea!"

WOOFing

I daydream I fall and give that laughing, entreating look like Chrissy Snow in the opening credits. I see a wolfish dog on the street, with piercing blue eyes. I turn my head away and imagine he is mauling my leg like a beef shank. But really, it is just something in his eyes.