Our Names Were Made For

Burn All The Maps To Your Body. I'm Not Here Of My Own Choosing.

Im Haunted A Little This Evening By Feelings That Have No Vocabulary And Events That Should Be Explained In Dimensions Of Lint Rather Than Words. Ive Been Examining Half-scraps Of My Childhood. They Are Pieces Of Distant Life That Have No Form Or Meaning. They Are Things That Just Happened Like Lint.

If You Get Hung Up On Everybody Else's Hang-ups, Then The Whole World's Going To Be Nothing More Than One Huge Gallows.

A Sombrero Fell Out Of The Sky And Landed On The Main Street Of Town In Front Of The Mayor, His Cousin, And A Person Out Of Work. The Day Was Scrubbed Clean By The Desert Air. The Sky Was Blue. It Was The Blue Of Human Eyes, Waiting For Something To Happen. There Was No Reason For A Sombrero To Fall Out Of The Sky. No Airplane Or Helicopter Was Passing Overhead And It Was Not A Religious Holiday.

I Feel As If I Am An Ad For The Sale Of A Haunted House: 18 Rooms $37,000 I’m Yours Ghosts And All.