we do crazy things when we're wounded everyone's a bit insane I don't want you catching your death of cold out walking in the rain

remember whats left
in a circle of passes
who's around when you're pale?
the flies, ant, hundreds of baby earwigs and me
and maybe some people with a giant truck full of kids.
snickers and laying on owls head.
drive fast on the pot holed heaved 232
for therapy.
helpful strong talented hands
spare 20's for boxes of crayons,
clovers
geraniums
balsam
visits.