As a child, i dehydrated easily.
Ginger & rye . . .
preparation—
after i mowed the lawn,
“i’ve got to go—”
into sleep until, again, i wake—
“i can wait.”
Procure another pencil.
Wipe down the sink,
and she weeds the perimeter.
A quick lunch with a politically kneaded history.
i’ll loathe a little deeper.
Alteration.
Pick up some Lapsang Souchong,
soon . . . soon . . .
be safe,
editing in between.