Wednesday, July 27, 2011

crooked


There are no more pine trees. There are no more lakes or streams. There are no more rods in my truck and fly boxes in my pockets.

The clothes that I am wearing are clean. There isn't any dirt under my nails or dried slime on my pants. All the chairs are straight.

I will probably wake up tomorrow before the sun rises with anticipation, only to roll over slightly depressed.

At least nobody robbed my house.

-Alex who won't know what to do with himself for at least another twenty-four hours.