Tell me why I draw people with lima bean shaped heads and naked ladies that look like bugs and I'll tell you where your dreams go when you release them. Come on, now.
In Place of Peach Ice Cream
We walked the path that leads to the bus station
and we stopped to pick green apples off the tree.
A storm had come through the night before,
knocking blueberries out of their mother's arms
and the dust turned black beneath our feet
as we crushed them where they lay.