2011-04-03

way out quick

I put my fist in a white space. My family died behind a recording of my voice. I stayed out too late, before I was born. My oldest sister disappeared behind an oversized martini served on north McHenry Blvd. in the late 70's. The sun took forever to cross the sky. Back in those days. I decided it was better if I drowned in the back yard.