that "hurricane what's-her-name" mentality was not for me and never could be cause it surely brings bitter things and misery

spent the nite framing. it took a few hours because i am slow but i framed 7 smaller prints. now i just have to figure out the big ones... and get some more wall space somehow... or do some outlandish hanging a-la the steve keene neon newport hazard hanging of the early 2000's. the wood paneling really held that together.

black crows breath
floating out,
heat into cold,
just like yours.

tonite,
the cold heats skin
touching skin
under blankets
in close sleep
because
it needs some peace
just like you.