Tuesday, July 31, 2018

summer
bringin’
back
all
the
memories
not
even
time
can
soften

Monday, July 30, 2018

I
cried
today
for
all
the
broken
hearts
my
daughter
hasn’t
had
yet

Sunday, July 29, 2018

lookin
mighty
fine
there
naches
river
the
sweltering
sun
suits
you

Saturday, July 28, 2018

some
cats
were
lost
to
the
coyote
but
I
never
loved
the
coyote
less

Friday, July 27, 2018

she
was
cursed
with
a
kind
beauty
tears
that
flowed
like
the
columbia

Thursday, July 26, 2018

the
blue
whale
might
dream
about
shoals
of
crustacean
just
out
of
his
reach

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

paper
pushing
like
being
john
malkovich
without
the
fun
portal


Tuesday, July 24, 2018

I
opened
the
envelope
and
her
voice
sailed
out
like
a
soft
sea
breeze

Monday, July 23, 2018

she
was
born
from
watered
suburban
lawns
and
hot
tar
between
her
toes

Sunday, July 22, 2018

youth
shrouds
the
body
while
her
eyes
write
an
old
woman’s
experience

Saturday, July 21, 2018

he
makes
wooden
things
for
his
friends
his
saw
hums
along
to
sinatra

Friday, July 20, 2018

through
him
I
can
taste
the
trees
smell
the
birds
swooping
over
the
water

Thursday, July 19, 2018

summer
written
all
over
them
the
sun’s
canvas
they
ride
the
day

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

her
witchery
could
achieve
all
but
the
resurrection
of
the
dead

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

come
on
baby
time
party
with
me
forget
what
is
phantom
for
me

Monday, July 16, 2018

I
didn’t
forget
you
pretty
I
was
just
on
a
date
with
the
lake

Sunday, July 15, 2018

I
want
to
meet
somewhere
and
have
to
describe
myself
by
what
I’m
wearing

Friday, July 13, 2018

the
wind
or
a
phantom
yanked
my
hair
but
I
wouldn’t
be
distracted

Thursday, July 12, 2018

I
am
the
eye
of
the
storm
the
prairie
grasslands
the
coolth
of
midnight

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

she
wore
crushed
red
velvet
to
the
formal
blacker
than
night
were
her
eyes




Tuesday, July 10, 2018

the
plant
and
I
pondered
as
if
we
knew
we
were
in
the
wrong
bodies


Monday, July 9, 2018

the
old
growth
the
color
of
her
heart
like
greys
greens
and
fog
at
midnight

Sunday, July 8, 2018

I
got
down
on
my
knees
and
I
pretend
to
pray
I’m
a
real
straight
shooter

- the mamas and the papas


Saturday, July 7, 2018

ring
my
bell
baby
boy
ring
a
ding
ding
sweet
daddy
my
bell
ring
it


Friday, July 6, 2018

I
felt
someone
watching
me
and
there
she
was
the
moon
considering


Thursday, July 5, 2018

I
love
overgrown
yards
they’re
spooky
she
hates
overgrown
yards
they’re
spooky

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

how
deep
is
your
love
mingled
with
barbecue
smoke
and
his
greying
beard



Tuesday, July 3, 2018

why
I
say
stupid
things
to
myself
like
I
wish
I
were
more
like
her
I
got
that
summertime
I
got
that
summertime
summertime
sadness

- lana del rey

Monday, July 2, 2018

the
spodie
party
back
in
high
school
fame
when
we
didn’t
give
a
fuck


Sunday, July 1, 2018

venus
blessed
hair
shield
self
appointed
bait
there
I
was
the
pretty
trap