BY ZRCL @misseckhaus


Our first and last walk uphill was for possession of two yellowing plums, she said. No, two brown flowers, he said. Okay. Two Brown Flowers. We climbed slowly toward the house of destiny. No,no, the temple of chance. The other direction two stones rolled downhill, she said. Billiard balls. They were billiard balls, he said. Oh yes, I recall. It was exactly then, that I made fun of your sunburn, she said and dropped the plums, he said. When you made so much out of nothing. -M. Yakich
"'One day you and I and this will all turn to dust.'he said, she said, they said."
-P. Thek

DEFINE MY GRIEF FOR ME///CLAY SCHIFF


I WOKE UP BLIND TODAY WITH AN OCULAR MIGRANE... WENT TO THE GROCERY STORE AND STARED AT THE EGGS FOR SO LONG I HAD TO ASK ONE OF THE SALES REPRESENTATIVES WHERE THE EGGS WERE. SOMETIMES THE THINGS I SAW INSTEAD OF SEEING LOOKED LIKE MY BUDDY CLAY'S PAINTINGS. IT WAS A NICE EXPERIENCE ONLY BECAUSE I LOVE LOOKING AT CLAYS PAITINGS. SPEACIAL THANKS TO ELISE MCMAHON FOR COMING TO FIND ME AT THE GROCERY STORE AND DRIVING ME HOME AS WELL AS MY MOM AND DAD FOR HAVING ME.