neatly folded cardboard, sealed with red hearts & kisses will tell thirty - twenty-six after the typos & the i-don’t-like-my-writing’s - people how much i love them. valentine’s day, like everything else, has gotten so complicated. my three year old brother scribbled, “to my friend. love, johnnie” on twenty-four finding nemo cards; one for each ( Read more... )

in my case, dependability always fails in groups.

broken promises & made up stories make me sick. as do dentists & their bright lights & teal gloves & hospitals & their supposedly sterilized facilities full of fake flowers & phony smiles.